Third night brings sleep to the weary
I went and picked up my mother to come back to the LaLa and watch the Academy Awards. G came over and L did too as she is in town from NY. I was so weary it was hard to focus on pulchritude, but it was good having mom over. It was the first time she had seen the house in about two months.
Finally, I took mom home and L left and then while G watched the rest, I cleaned up.
Then I got in bed and all was right in the world. No house terrors. No talking from blind Jim beneath me. No cars speeding down Toulouse or sounds from people dumping their trash into the big dumpsters behind the Can. The red motion lights were turned off. And finally, sleep.