Shyster Bunny

I estimated before I left Portland for NY that my Mom's brain was probably suspect, that the problem was too huge for the weirdos to have left my Mom's brain alone, and though it is better than it might have been, I'm finding all sorts of interconnectivity quirks, verbal questions answered by telephone rings, narration from the other room as I type in this room. Overall however it still feels like a relief to have made it back here. Easter rages in the background somewhere. I'm remembering this time seventeen years ago, surviving the move to the Pond. I am also remembering this time sixteen years ago, surviving myself when I met C.