Do you not feel comfortable just telling her to stop it?

I've told her to stop it. This brings one of two responses: a) the "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize it bothered you," after which she proceeds to do the exact same thing or some variation thereof or b) the airy, "Oh, what could possibly be so important that your own mother can't see it?" accompanied by either a light "you're being so silly" laugh or a hurt expression implying that I'm a Bad Daughter for wanting to keep secrets.

Then there's the whole part where if she's not looking over my shoulder, she sits in my office and talks on her cell phone while I'm trying to answer said email or whatever.

I do try to be patient. But seriously, this is just nuts.

Just. Until. Tomorrow. Morning.

The good: There's a restaurant that delivers to my hotel.

The sad: They won't deliver booze. It's on the menu, but apparently WV has laws about booze delivery or something. Because the best option is to put the alcohol in the hands of someone who drove over to get it, apparently. Hmph.

I'd pour some booze through the interpipe for you, but I've a sneaking suspicion it would be diverted before it got to you, Calli.

Barb, much patience~ma until tomorrow.

I have distinct memories of needing to find a liquor store in Charleston. I don't even remember why I was driving through, do remember that the stop was for weather, and there's something about that town that really demands going out and finding the liquor store. (I should be clear that I like Charleston. But I'm not sure my liver could take living there, or indeed staying longer than a short trip.)

I've been through Charleston dozens of times, but this is the first time I've stayed. I'm looking forward to exploring it with my sister tomorrow. (Cherchez le booze?)

Never been to Charleston. Alcohol sounds nice, though.

We got furniture back! My parents had been getting the floors refinished, and so all the furniture was out in a POD in the driveway, and we basically had to live in just two rooms. Four adults in two rooms is not good. In fact, it's crazy-making. Especially when one person (me) absolutely NEEDS alone time and quiet time, and another person (my mom) is talky and huggy.

(And my mom does understand my need for along time, usually. Or if not understands it, then at least respects it. But it's kind of difficult to get alone time when there are only two rooms with furniture. But now! Actual furniture! I don't have to sleep in my sister's room anymore! I can go into my own room and lie down on the bed and close the door! I can sit in the living room or the dining room or the kitchen or the family room!)

So. Yeah. Alcohol sounds very nice, after the week I've had.

Oh, Suzi! I'm so glad for you. I hope it all goes smoothly and your closing goes as planned.

Suzi, closing~ma for you.

Kristin, Grandma~ma for you.

~mas to Suzi and Kristin.

she followed me in here, climbed on the bed, and began looking over my shoulder again

My first thought was "is her mother a cat?". And yes, I understand very well why it's driving you crazy, and it should be. How about the "I love you and happy that you're here, but it seems like we have differences about what privacy is. I'm a grown up person, I have my own life, I don't bring you to work with me and it's very not OK for you be involved with the things in *my* life I don't want you to be involved with" approach?

I hear jet planes flying over my house. One after another.

On a Saturday.

They never fly on Saturdays. Mom thinks the Gaza operation began, I don't think so, at least until I'll hear reports on the radio.

Stupid Middle East. Don't you know that there are no wars during the winter?

Edit: it's on. Internet and radio reports IDF started bombing the Strip.