The Eagle Has Landed

Well, I'm here anyway.

An uneventful bus ride.

Always a good thing.

And I'm being introduced around as "My Mom", so I'm being called "Thomas' Mom" and "Hillary's Mom".

That's what being a good Mom gets you, right? Nary your own identity.

Anyway.

I'm told there are classes tomorrow, and the choir singing will happen in chapel.

So, I'll probably try to find a phone book and see if I can locate any of my friends who used to live here.

A cool coffee in the bookstore might also be in order.

Yes.

So.

Maybe I should go back to being Thomas' Mom now...

Until Hillary comes back from her gym thing.