Except for the terrifying glimpse into the, like, totally rad you know? world of the Scientists of Tomorrow, I am cautiously optimistic about this trip. Mom’s place is warm and dry, and she somehow acquired a sofabed from somewhere meaning that Ed and I don’t have to sleep head-to-toe on the Plywood Bench of Uncomfortable Times. I don’t know where the sofabed came from, but it doesn’t smell like Hobo Juices so I will not look into the mystery any further. Sometimes it’s downright enjoyable to remain blissfully ignorant.

Another treat is in store for us tomorrow morning – it turns out mom’s surgery isn’t until noon, meaning I don’t have to get up at the asscrack of dawn to make my way over to the Eyeball Clinic at the hospital. It’s a small thing, but one I will gladly accept with legs splayed wide open on the mysterious yet comfortable sofabed.

It’s been two hours, and I have most of my sanity left.