It’s a new month. It’s the end of 2023. And all I have to say is…what the fuck? What the ACTUAL FUCK?

It’s been rough. As mentioned last post, on October 8th, I woke to the never-welcome phrase “Mom, sorry to wake you, but–“

Yeah. We’re still dealing with that.

We’re out of the hotel and in a furnished rental house. It’s way better than hotel living, but…well. There is one comfy piece of furniture in this whole blinking house. I am on it (the privilege of age) but I often have to fight ...