I have been in Connecticut for less than 24 hours and I have only seen one Starbucks. I consider that a pretty awesome thing. We passed about 4 Dunkin Donuts on the way home and this morning I had my first mug of dunks since I left Chicago.

I saw my grandmother today and it seems so much more calm now than it did when my uncle passed away. It was like every time I’ve ever come home to visit my family, except she’s in a nursing home with an annoying hospice staff interrupting her every ten minutes, asking her questions about her past, repeatedly, like whether or not she’s graduated from high school. “You were a nurse, right? Did you graduate from high school?”

I am not ashamed to say that I snapped at that person and plan to unabashedly do the same with the administration of this stupid hospice program.

Matthew is a hit around here, and already being spoiled tons.

We will be celebrating Thanksgiving on Sunday. The idea that this is my last Thanksgiving with my grandmother is heartbreaking.