Moomin sitting up, eating rice, still having a lot of pain from cramps & etc. It's much more manageable when we give him the vicodin. Watching videos, reading books, having a fun math lesson with his tiny green calculator, some pennies, and a notebook. My mom and I drank 2 enormous pots of coffee and sorted out his toys.
We ate olive toast and discussed extended family politics. What if my uncle moved here? I would be willing to help him have a life and set up his social services, etc. He could live near me, walkable to downtown and the train line. I think it could be his best option. And despite having fairly minor contact with him, I've always liked him. Poets and mellow schizophrenics get along well.
It is funny to see her forum posts and emails about barebacking. Emails from people named "pony-lover42" or "hoofgrrrl" *ahem* Context is everything.
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