It’s actually very warm and almost cozy in my mom’s place. It’s almost kind of sorta .. inviting? I feel a lot less dread about the place than I did over the summer. The sleeping situation still sucks; Ed liked his night on the plywood almost as much as I enjoyed my evening on the love seat of metal girders. Still, it’s not all bad. We managed to get my mom an early Christmas gift and she keeps Diet Coke in the fridge just for me. It’s gorgeous outside, and we’re gonna go wander around and take pictures. So far, it’s been a good visit.

She still pees in a bucket, though.