Trooper that he is, Charlie got up to get in the white car on Tuesday and made it through the morning at camp, a rainfall notwithstanding (they still swam). After a here and there drive through New Jersey in pursuit of a shorter, more direct route home -- reminiscent of days gone by when we did lots of here and there drives in New Jersey -- Charlie went straight to bed and slept for 5 or 6 hours. He was very hungry on waking and we went to that faithful standby, the drive-thru line at McDonalds. He cracked a smile around 9.30 pm-ish, watched me cut up a watermelon, and was back asleep by midnight to the sound of ocean waves.
The day did have a feeling reminiscent of our beach house vacations of yore which would have been just around this very time of year.