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I am very quietly panicking.  We have ten more days here.  I'm doing my best to put a calm face on and to be calm in fact.

The art here is killing me.  

But why

I do like the main painting in the living/Joey sleeping area.

Aaron calls this painting "Minecraft".

Joey ordered himself some groceries!

Crucial supplies

It seems like a small thing, but it's not.  The process of ordering groceries panics and overwhelms him.  But he did it!

I keep looking for places.  I don't have a plan for the 17th.  

I daydream making a wattle and daub hut because of course I do.

My dream homes though, right now, are a Lustron or a monolithic dome with a courtyard for the cats to play in.

The Lustron.

It does need some adjustments.

I am slowly recovering from the mild ear infection.  It messes with my balance a bit, so we haven't gone swimming.  I worry about my ability to haul Aaron out of the water when I'm wobbly.

The cats remain pleased with the hotel. 

Potato grandma.

Aaron is almost out of underpants again.  His social worker is supposedly working on it.  Gonna email her about it again in a second here.