I feel sad about leaving my mom. She enjoyed my company and I am glad for that. I learned how to dress her wound on her leg, and helped her figure out how to apply for Medicare.
She is knitting me a scarf and mittens. This is one of the most precious gifts I can get from her.
I tried to do some research for work, but dial-up is useless. I gave up. I read my book of short stories on New Orleans.
G is grilling me some chicken. I am excited! G also makes the best Greek salad which I have been munching since arriving home.
I am lucky. I think if I lived alone I would starve, or be 300 pounds from fast food.