(I cropped the photo in order to hide the Aladdin costumes that are STILL at my house. Don't ask.)
Time has lost all meaning so I'll just tell you that Sal got to go to Philmont.
He left the week before dress rehearsal week for the play of which I was stage managing/ costume sewing/ stage mothering.
Half-way through the week-of-the-play, we had a teensy power surge due to a fuse box issue which was beyond my understanding of electrical appliances. The house did not burn down.
Good, I know.
Something happened with our internet connection. I was in the middle of a-very-busy-week.
So, whatever. Right?
Play finished. I tried to fix the internet problem, only to discover that as I had assigned the Salamander to set up the system in the first place, HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW THE PASSWORD. And he was on top of a mountain with spotty cell coverage.
Oh, the mortification.
Needless to say, he has returned.
I have internet.
(I probably should have taken the fifth on this one.)