And just over a week has passed.

My mom called me last night, to make sure I was visiting her on Friday, like I'm always supposed to. Sometimes I don't, though.

I called her to say yes, and then she broke down and asked me if I thought she was a good mother.

We had a conversation about the worst of our various lives, and I told her that she's the best mother I've got (and I actually have several to choose from).

Also, very tired. Fell and slammed my knee into the ground on the way from home to work in the driving rain. Wheee. Just a bruise, though, so I ought not complain.

And I like the rain.

Lots of sleep tonight. Sleep is good.