[cw: death] Mom passed Tuesday night. I'm home with the boy, now.

[death/mute] We're in the final days/hours

I am so tired of being cold

my mom's cat (Buddy) will NOT stay off my lap, no matter how hard I try.

Today isn't a bad day, but I feel really overwhelmed. I'm trying to turn mom and check to make sure she's not wet at all (she's got open sores on her butt that we have to protect and keep clean), and I just don't really know what I'm doing.

Me: Do you want some more?
Mom: What?
Me: Do you want some more chocolate?
Mom: What?
Me: Do you want some more chocolate?
Mom: What?
Me: Oh, you're just repeating yourself, huh? Aren't you funny.
Mom, with a big smile: Yes!
It's a good morning.

Good morning. I'm surrounded by kittens

what. the. fuck.

Mom's talking today. She seems to be organizing something (she's counting and giving orders)

redpyre just ran a one-shot spooky campaign for us, where it took us 4 hours to even start the plot, so now it'll be at least a 2-shot spooky campaign. I'm so happy.