So going for a run about an hour and a half before sunrise might not have been the best idea given recent circumstances, but I refuse to rearrange my life on account of paranoia. And anyway, I wasn't tackled by any random proxies, so I suppose that's a plus.
Taking that into account, as well as the lack of fruit from my hyper-awareness, I don't think I'm being watched. It's a relief, I suppose.
I don't know. On the one hand, I'm glad I don't have to constantly worry about my safety, but on the other, how will I ever find out what happened to my mother?
I said, at the time, that I didn't want her to be gone for such a trivial reason as a blood clot, but I'm not sure I agree with that anymore. I just want to know what happened. Is that too much to ask?
On the more domestic side of things, I'm back at work now, my Dad's joined one of the church's house groups, and college has me as busy as ever. We've started studying Cuckoo's Nest in earnst (it was broken up a little by essay deadlines and tests) and if I get the time I might tell you what I (and maybe some of my assosciates) thought of it. Apparently after Christmas we'll be studying Romeo and Juliet. I don't know much about the plot, but I do know that they die at the end (despite what the garden gnomes may tell you).