Today I didn’t write anything, and I didn’t cook anything. I did make coffee and I didn’t burn it.

I did watch a video on an eagle that got its beak shot off by a hunter that had a prosthetic put on it to replace it. That was cool.

My sister’s exchange student left early this morning. We enjoyed a going away dinner last night at Standard Diner downtown, and he paid for it. That was nice.

I decapitated one of the chile plants yesterday when I was planting it, it seems. It was lying over this morning, stem attached by a thread.

I went to see my Mom to wish her a Happy Mother’s day at about 4, and the Spurs were collapsing after holding a 25 pint lead on the Clippers. But she was not crying.

Besudes the Spurs losing, my Cubs were swept in a weekend series with the early-on mocked but no division-leading Cardinals. The Cubs look average and marginally decent these days as they stack up losses of late. Arrieta has reverted to his Baltimore form, and all of the Cubs have forgot how to hit.

It’s not just the Cubs. My Lobo baseball team, needing three games to clinch the league regular season title, got swept- lost 3!- to Fresno State this weekend. Not the way you want to end the season. They have three games left to end the regular season on top.

If you don’t vacuum a room filled with the dust of cat litter often enough, the carpet takes on the feel of being a little crunchy. Cat litter is an adhesive, of course- a bonding agent. Cement. Of course a friend told me this.

Tonight at game group I played a game I had heard about, but never seen up close before: Silverton. This railroad-building game is set specifically in the Southwest: southern Colorado and central New Mexico. It was fun and because it focused on New Mexico places in game play, I loved it. Someone take my allowance from me. I don’t need any more games.

Seriously- someone take away my Amazon and eBay accounts.

Seriously.

I am grateful I live nearby two moms in my immediate family: my mom, and my sister. I am me, and because of that, they both do so much to help me feel loved and valued as part of the family. And they each have their own families. Except I am part of my Mom’s own family.

The BBC series “People Like Us” is hilarious. Just hilarious.

Love you, Mom. Bless you, Mothers everywhere.