It's strange to see the house lit up with natural morning sunlight... how unaccustomed am I to be up at this hour.
Without the grandma at home, my mom's becoming increasingly irritable. My guess is that she's not used to being the only on to shoulder responsibility like cooking and cleaning. Multitasking domestic chores in the opposite context; cooking and creating a mess, then washing it. It's a neverending cycle that.
But then again she never was one for independence.
Speaking of which, how the hell do people maintain two blogs at a time? It's near impossible let alone the strain and pressure on one to write in both.
Scheduled to see the BlueMan Group this upcoming Sunday. Luxor, night out on the town, high-end buffet dining, fancy dress... it's like the evenings of watching broadway performances in the numerous venues back in AZ... minus the buffet part.
Morton's Chicago Steakhouse does a lot to cover that part.
It's weird going for about 8 hours without speaking a word and yet type so much.
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