James and I might go find a place that serves chili. It would be very cozy on a chilly (ha!) day.
[ FILTER ] I'm still me. I don't think anything can ever really change that unless we become someone else again. But she wasn't me and I wasn't her even though we sort of were the same person.
Sometimes I wish Mother were here so that I could ask her. Most times, I am relieved she is not. She would hate this place.