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Mum has gone out to run some Mystery Errand this morning, so I'm hanging out in the breakfast lobby catching up on email. Posting isn't strictly necessary; I've managed to keep you guys pretty up to date on my life, though I still wonder sometimes why this is so important to both me and you. But I like talking about myself and presumably you wouldn't be here if I didn't amuse, so I suppose in the end it's down to gratification, which is not a bad way to spend an hour or two a day. And blogging chafes less than other activities.

My mother and R have now embarked on a course of communication completely without my mediation, which is a little scary; they make social plans that include me without actually consulting me. Which is fine, because I'm not a fan of making social plans and if they both enjoy it god bless, but it's unnerving that I don't know what they talk about.

I've enjoyed having Mum here and touring around with her; we get on pretty well, especially now that we've established a few solid boundaries when it comes to Bernard, who was almost always the source of conflict between us (it helps that he now lives in another country). I've had a good time and I like it when Mum has a good time too. The trip has run smoothly, even the drive down from Evanston in the dark, and the drive back in the Very Dark, to see blues last night.

All that said, I'll be glad to be home tomorrow and sleep in my own bed.

First, however, it's a morning for museums and then sushi lunch!

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He would probably more than not get all the attention when the customers see a bag hopping around the stage as harmonica tunes waft out of it. Sam meanwhile is covering his face and inching out the door clutching his tonic.