So what. in A small but passable life.

10am. 13 degrees here, 52 degrees there. Three more days here.

I haven’t gotten anything done except sit here and think about all I need to do.

I called Mom last evening to tell her when my flight is due in. She asked my cousin to fetch me from the airport. At least Mesa is closer to them than PHX in downtown Phoenix.

Mom said she isn’t doing too well. And for her to admit that isn’t like her.

Her appointment for her GP is today. I told her to not schedule anymore appointments to happen until after I’m there.

I’m still not in the mood. Maybe I’m turning into an old curmudgeon?

So what. Maybe I’ve earned the right.