If it seemed sudden that we were moving back to the mainland, that's because it was. But Zach and I are making progress, both in packing and in making the property look as good as possible in our absence.

So, after dropping off Keith I got back home to find very little of his stuff had been packed. I spent Sunday packing his books. It was, frankly, exhausting; but I had to do that before I could get to my stuff, which was hidden beneath his.

A Painted Container

Zach, who had flown to Maui to help me pack (and to get the last of his own stuff from his container), took a few spare moments to paint the container according to his mom's specifications. No, I have no idea who Lolita is.

Meanwhile, the cottage assemblers were here doing their thing, which by two days ago included painting the frame. Again.

The cows had a new crop of babies. I'll miss them.

So I'm still not done. packing But I'm almost done. And now, at least, I can move around the shed to finish.