I imagine the above as a propaganda photo of the early Space Age when the Russians had launched Sputnik and America rushed to overtake them. In reality it is Mabel in her bed dismantling her mobile.
After eating and washing, when it was time to get dressed, we chose the Friday outfit with great care to mark the final day of the many ten-hour days we have spent together over the past month and more.
And revisited many of our mutually favorite activities. Of course we will still be seeing each other often, but not with the same sustained intensity. It was a slightly sad day for that reason.
