Friday, Feb. 03, 2017 - 5:29 p.m.

Ugh, the news, ugh.

Mom has a friend who has the key to her apt and she always lets herself in and "borrows" stuff. Little stuff like an extra baking pan or the third bottle of wine from dinner. It bothers mom. I told her that at that woman's age, that was who she is and either mom can accept it and live with it, or she can get the key back (under pretext to avoid conflict if necessary). Mom wants to do something that would involve a lot of talking and then no goddamn change. And then I'd have to hear a blow-by-blow of all the talking. Ugh.

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