Sad thing, someone seems to have absconded with the writing desk that was my mother's "if I could have one thing it would be this thing" want. Maaaybe she can find it, but it seems unlikely.
Observation that cleaning out the home of someone you just sent to a nursing home is morbid and particularly sad, sadder than most moves/cleanups. The little touches of personality are like notes from beyond the grave from someone who isn't dead, but isn't really with the living, either.
Glad to be back, a 120-mile trip with a big U-Haul truck in the rain is a bit stressy.
