I can never seem to unpack the day I get back from any trip—or even the following few days. The reentry is somewhat circumspect, especially when I discover the vine I've been training has been painstakingly removed by D, in an effort to be helpful in my absence.
All my photo things are still jumbled in their bag; the mending of Pippo is still undone. I have one more chapter to finish before I can send out the invoice. Summer stasis.