My mom’s room is pretty much the neatest room in the house, but it turned out that it was crammed chock full of crap. She probably had as many books as my dad had, but we didn’t notice because Japanese paperback books are about a quarter of the size of American paperbacks. I think I packed six or seven boxes full of tiny books. We want the painters to be done with her room before she gets back, but I doubt that we’ll have the room back by then. Her desk is in the kitchen, the weird sofa is in the living room and basement, and most everything else is also in the basement. What a mess.

In other news, well, there’s really no other news other than I decided to have a nice greasy breakfast to see if that agreed with my stomach and it surely did. Unfortunately, I forgot my credit card there. They were nice enough to call me and I’m ready to go back to have corned beef hash out of a can. I’m really no gourmet.