small, random items

I FaceTimed Mom again yesterday. She looked pretty rough, but her mind hadn't noticeably deteriorated further from the last time I talked to her. That's a pretty low bar, though.

At work I appear to have yet again walked into a giant, baroque candy house that's barely standing up. My job is to keep it from collapsing and eventually replace it with something steadier. I forsee pain in my immediate future, and just to be perfectly clear I'm not thrilled at the prospect.

I'm looking forward to delivering two sex toys over the weekend, one of them to Shiny H.