Unfortunately it has been a little more than a week that I am coming back now and finishing this up, so my recollection is fading, which tells me that there wasn’t anything terribly eventful about this night. We had noodle bowls for dinner again, Nacho came up to the patio and kept “sneaking” in the room. I use the ” because Dylan made it pretty easy, by “forgetting” about Nacho and standing with the door open.
We did some packing, and I don’t recall if it was this night or the night before that the entire family was laying in one bed, all reading our own separate books… that is a nice little memory.