Mum called at 8:30 a.m. to let me know she was on her way out the door (that gives me about 1½ hours to get my shit together). Anyway, I realized that this is the first time I've actually missed her since I was a teenager. (No, I'm not going to tell her, I wouldn't want to hurt her feelings.) It's been about three months since we've seen each other. There have been much longer gaps between visits so the timing isn't the culprit. I'm not sure why this is. And I really don't know what this says about myself.
Time for breakfast.