Cornball title, I know, but appropriate, doncha think? Haven't mentioned it before, but Mom went into rehab about a month ago to get stronger, then contracted pneumonia instead. This is after breathing carrots instead of swallowing them, but the short of the long is that I have been painting her place. This is me and my friend Nancy waiting for Mom to come home. I will bare my soul here, because I admit it took me more than a couple weeks to get started because there was that fraction of a possibility that Mom wouldn't come home. Hated to waste the paint.