phosfate

Hm. Mom has been ill for several days, so I sit in the armchair in her bedroom and hijack her TV while she lies there, and occasionally refill her water glass. We have new cable boxes, so we get BBC America and a bunch of other stuff now, which meant Saturday afternoon was a festival of exploded space vehicles, wheezing, and Ground Force. I worked on stuffed Elrond.

Sometimes when she gets ill she hallucinates, viz:

"How ya doin'?"
"Oh, much better, thank you. The toast helped."
"Good."
"Where's Annie?"
"..." The fuck? What are you, the last episode of Twin Peaks? "I'm Annie."
"Of course you are. Where's Annie?"
"I'm. Annie."
"Oh yes."

After being informed of this, and how it freaked the shit out of me, she pipes up "Where's Annie?" at random intervals, then cackles evilly. Bitch.

Laundry room flooded this afternoon. Greens couldn't come drill the pipes, what with the massive fire destroying their building and much of their equipment, so they referred us to Roto-Rooter, who came in an hour (no small feat in the sudden snow), and gave us a Senior Discount.

Life's rich pageant.