I made it home. Not eventful.
Kim and Aaron showed up last night. We played Farkle with mom, except Aaron quit like a baby because it was too complicated or something. I won that game. Mom beat me handily twice before. There’s a lot of luck involved.
Other than that, not much has happened. Couple inches of snow on the ground outside, which doesn’t affect me since I don’t leave the love-seat. Football is on, dad’s doing. Football is silly.
Martha didn’t make it home yesterday, got stuck in Salt Lake. She’ll be here soon, though.