My mom is visiting, which means that furniture keeps getting moved around the house. If there is such a thing as a living poltergeist, she is it.
"Halley" has a cough and a fever. "Gigi" is back at school this week, after ten days off (the motivator for Mom's visit). My dear husband is watching the Red Sox and debating politics on a sports blog, and I am wondering what happened to the acres of free time I was supposed to have while Mom was here.
She goes home on Saturday. I'm already scheming to get her back.