Not bad, not bad at all.

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Oh, well, my home was still a bit rough when I left to pick my mother up from the airport.  But I did get in a last spurt of cleaning-fu before heading out.  Fresh bedding on her bed, towels washed and put in the dryer, all but the very last few dishes done, and even a bit of work on the Xterra.  In any case, I ran out of time so just hopped in and headed out. 

As I was approaching SLC, a good half hour to hour from the airport, my mother called to say she was just about to leave Denver.  Hmm?  I suggested she hurry up, I was almost there!  A bit of a chuckle on her end, but what can she do?  Either the trip had been changed, or... what?  I get to town and take the wrong turn-off.  That one catches me from time to time, I use it so rarely.  No matter, I wanted to fill the tank and look for a car wash.  After driving as far on that road, and not seeing a car wash or a station with one, I simply filled up and headed back out to the airport.  Time was getting a little tight, if she really was to be there on time.

The first load of passengers were disembarking as I took my seat.  Since she is given a wheelchair ride, I figured she would be the last.  And usually she calls me to let me know she has landed.  Cellphone dead?  I watch as the last of the footed passengers come and go.  Then I watch as the carted come and then go.  No Mom.  Well, as I like to do, when all else fails... wait longer.  And so I did.  Two hours beyond the time she should have arrived I finally get the call, but she isn't where she said she would be.  She has been wheeled outside.  A bit of searching and, there she is.  All good.  While discussing things I realized that while most idiots changed their clocks last Sunday, I proved once again, I am no idiot.  :p  One hour could have been the time change, but why where the rest of my clocks even an hour further off?  No, no, I changed them last time.  Perhaps the clock faeries where dyslexic?  Dunno.  All clocks save my watch (too tired to tinker with that for tonight) and my auto have been corrected.

She was... mostly satisfied.  She didn't expect much and was pleasantly unsurprised, or rough, about it.  She went to bed rather quickly.  I just couldn't as is often the case.  I've set the coffee for her, and will be heading to bed shortly.  She will be trying to get me up, along with my alarm, in time to wake, shower, dress, and vote tomorrow.  Yeah, I am voting.  I would have voted anyway, just I wasn't so sure about voting for the lead office.  I have, finally, decided that, yeah, there are only two real choices.  One might continue the wrecking of America, but one most certainly will destroy America.  Quick or slow.  I don't hold out much hope for more.  They both have advantages, though slow offers some hope of redemption (not economic, of course, that is nearly impossible at this point).  The other offers zero(tm) hope, and worse.  It's that simple.

Tired, so very tired, but I have things to do in the next few days, and my mom will want me to help with her things.  I don't have a lot left.  I tried to pace it but that isn't something I have full control over.  Oh, I'll limp through.  If I have to, I'll take long naps.  At least she is looking good, healthy.  Don't you worry, this place will be shipshape in no time.  Three days she says, just on the house.  Three days, I think?  Hmm, that would be like... two months for me.  Never mind.

Good night.