Sunday night my mom flew to town. I assume she has been worried about me. I did, after all, fly to a foreign country and beg for political asylum less than a week ago. Sadly, I feel like I worry her more about my life than I worry myself about my life... That is saying a lot.
It is great to see her, and we have had some oddly entertaining errand-running, coat-shopping, downpouring-rain-avoiding bonding time since she arrived. I suppose we will get up to some museum-going today. Thank goodness she never takes issue with how much coffee I drink.