Nun works the rap rod old sk00l.

[sistawendy]

I did one of the most Xer things ever this morning: I talked with Good Sister on the phone for over an hour. Yes, she inherited our father's gift of gab; if you were under the impression that I did too, oh, you sweet summer child. But sometimes she just needs to vent at considerable length and in excruciating detail about the never-ending clusterfuck series of crises that is guardianship over our mother. And eventually, a practical to-do list pertaining to Mom often comes out of it. Today's headline item was getting ready to wire most of my savings into one of Mom's accounts should the courts allow it on the 27th. I'll be in Florida then, so I'll have to Do The Thing from my phone, as my credit union assures me I can.

But you know what? It had been a long time since I talked to a family member for that long. It felt... good. Really good. That kind of thing used to be routine between Evil Sister and me.

And part of me dares hope that it may be again. One of my to-do items from this morning was making sure both of my sisters have contact info for Ex and the Wendling in case anything happens to me. Quoth Evil Sister via email, "Thank you. I guess we are feeling mortal lately."