So throughout the weekend my mother was pushing the idea of Julia and I moving in with her in Highland Park. We wouldn't pay rent or what not. I protested and she protested my protest. Then yesterday she suddenly does a 180 and tells me that perhaps it would be better if we stayed in the Upper West Side and found a cheaper place, say, 1000 a month. Feasible, it is I tell you. What a strange way that was to end yesterday. I think I nearly passed out last night before it was the right time to do so. And now, a cup of tea. I love a good cup of tea in the morning. No mourning there.