We returned all our movies; we returned our library books; I packed all my photography equipment; most of the laundry is done; we are trying to keep the house in order so we will come back to a welcoming house. Not a house full of chores waiting to be done.
Adolfo sleeps with his new tennis shoes sitting on top of his new fire-engine rolling suitcase right next to his bed. Every morning i hear, "are we going to chicago?"
Two more days...
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