Well, Mom finally went home. I went to get her on Wednesday before my interview in Columbia. She and I rode to Lebanon to celebrate Barry's birthday with him. It was a nice visit with Barry. He's changed for the better. He apparently needed a medication change the same as Mom did.

Mom stayed for five days. We had a good visit. She went into the helpful/controlling mother mode. I've tried to reassure her that everything is okay and will get better. No, I do not have a job. No, there isn't a prospect of one on the horizon. But I'm still plugging away. In the meantime, I do collect unemployment. In some ways I may be in better shape financially than when I did work. I have less to spend my money on.

Mom's worried about me being alone so much. I'm rarely alone. She keeps pointing out to me all the eligible widowers at church. Oh, brother. Big eye roll on that one. Not that I would turn down an invitation out- but really, I'm okay. She tells me that Joey broke my heart but there are still "nice" men out there. Maybe one of these would help me get past all the Joey stuff. I don't know. Once bitten twice shy. I really don't want to get into a relationship with someone who might treat me the way that Joey did. And since I can't be sure that these men are different, I'm afraid to risk it. Oh, I had thoughts of something with that guy from Loretto but he pretty much shot that down. So, I've just been focused on getting through one day at a time minus a love interest. It's less complicated that way.