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Tuesday, July 8, 2014


Back home at a good clip...7 1/4 hours. Our best time ever.

From vacationland to crazyland. Unpacking every last thing transported from Maine fridge, from farmstead maple yogurt in mason jar to blueberry jam.

En route and at home, Fig swiftly texting--and then two of her pals materialize in our living room.  The boys will likely pop up later.

Punchy's tooth fell out, she's overtired and begging us to take her to the airport at 4:30  a.m. [ no, Fig will be here when I go to drop H. off]. Tears for fears.

Yet glad to be home in our own beds. If we return to the cottage next year, I'm taking our own fresh sheets and blankets.

Good night.