June 15/16, Tuesday morning,4:16am, pacific standard time, apartment in Dana Point, California, USA. Yesterday felt like a Monday. Everyone was grouchy and overwhelmed. I felt it too. On Sunday night we had hamburgers, pizza and ice cream for dinner. That made me feel off throughout the day. When I came home mom had parked the car in the wrong spot. She went to the grocery store on her own, bought more of what we had already picked up on Saturday and returned home with a car full of unnecessary items. She cant remember the gate code or the parking stall number. That makes for some interesting adventures. At some point I should take her key away but she is still with it enough to know what that means for her freedom and sense of identity.
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