Back.

After my little escape yesterday, I was back today, working, cooking and going to see mom.  My new normal, I guess.  I'm not thrilled with it.  Mom asked me about 10 times if she could go home now.  It's heartbreaking.  My brother and I keep saying that we are going to see how the winter goes.  Her home is rural and it is hard to get to in the snow, so she was always afraid of being stuck there.  She'll agree with that and then a few minutes later, ask if I didn't think she could go home now.  I pray that by spring she will be settled in and perhaps even enjoying where she is.  Miracles can happen, right?