Trevor has spent the entire week ensconced in a project review with local groups and the NGO he's helping. The week has involved lots of group work, flip charts and instant coffee. He's done a lot of doodling and wandering away from sessions in search of sausage rolls.
He got home a little earlier than usual this afternoon, and when I came home from teaching yoga I found him laying on the couch looking somewhat comatose. It's not even 8:30 and he's already headed to bed.
While he was busy working, I spent the morning helping our outgoing PCVL sort through her accumulations in anticipation of her move to Americaland, "help" mostly taking the form of filling up a sack with her cast-offs, the PC/Z equivalent of a semester-end trash pile. I snagged a few of Trevor's favorite things: maps, stickers, chocolate, random photos of strangers.