Sitting at Caribou Coffee.
I can feel the release of tension. Rather like the end of this last semester. The only things remaining in the apartment are the sofa, the dresser, and the vacuum cleaner. Waiting for a pick-up truck to get them out, now that the elevator works.
Opa and Oma are leaving tomorrow morning. The kids (especially Michael) will probably be devastated. Their source of maternally un-approved chocolate and other sugar-containing substances will be gone.
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