At last, Mom will witness, first-hand, the embodiment of spoiled rotten cat. I'm the same daughter to whom she used to administer medicine when some cat would swell my eyes shut, so she is still somewhat puzzled over Princess Wilma's rule in my home. She will quickly understand as soon as she walks in the door, when Wilma drops to the floor and rolls over, paws awry. You must be new around here. Rub my belly.
Roast beef is in the fridge.
This will be a good vacation for Mom. She visited Kelli in Boca Raton a couple of months ago, where it was summertime in comparison to Indiana's winter misery. Now, Mom gets to experience spring in Winston-Salem. No one is running around in flip-flops or playing beach volleyball, but it's nonetheless pretty darn nice. Winston-Salem is a hub for us eclectic art and writer types, and Mom likes that just fine.