School is out. Which means that I have zero kid free time to get this family packed and moved onto our crucible of family relations. I have absolute confidence that the house will rent to the perfect renters by the end of the month. John has none. We are communicating remarkably well, given our circumstances. I’m convinced that will mean our first week on the boat will be pure Hades. My father is flying up for a last visit and to take possession of our car. He is not thrilled with the prospect of having to spend part of his visit on the boat. He inquired if there were showers available at the yacht club. I reminded him that there is a shower on the boat. “I know that,” he said with a tone that suggested only resigned defeat. One man’s palace…