There was going to be another picture of her carrying out her usual morning routine of digging me out from under the covers then rooting around under there like she's going to find treasure or something. I was going to entitle it "Dignity, Always Dignity" but it turned out to be a hopeless muddled blur of waggling backside and duvet. Not enough Photoshop in the world to fix that.
I do have coffee, and I even found a cup to put it in. The box I'd opened thinking it held the cups I'd packed up for just this eventuality actually turned out to contain my great-aunt's Depression glass. That won't work. Luckily, in the random desk-dreck box I found an artsy cup a friend gave me years ago for babysitting his cat and that got me through until I could go figure out what I did with the cups I intended to be using. D'oh.
I've got my computers setup on a folding table backed up into my kitchen island. it looks like I'm trying to launch my kitchen into orbit or something with all the monitors and cords strung around. This whole mess will be moving into it's actual future space this evening when my real desk arrives.
This is a good thing. Because I am having a dreadful time focusing on my work when right behind my screens I can see five or six home setup projects (and at least two home improvement projects). Once I get my desk over to it's new locale I should be able to think a bit more clearly. I've got three different To-Do lists (house, work, Easter) going at once here to attempt to calm the face of the waters.
My younger son goes on Saturday. I'm worried about him, and about my monster-in-law. I'm not worried about the two of them together. She has a sad liking for rogues, and they actually get along the best of any of my kids. And she needs the help. But I still worry about the whole rest of the situation around him up there. The problems of living rural and out at the very End of the Road are no joke. That way of living is right up his alley, but he's also got the lowest defenses against it's pitfalls.