S is my newest Facebook friend. She didn't know me, and I didn't know her, until a day or two ago, when I rolled into town and knocked on her door. To be fair, I did go to law school with her daughter (from Day 79), so she knew of me and knew that I'd be coming to town, but I still found it quite sublime that she took me in like she did. I had a grand time with her. We talked about some stuff (including thoughts on why cats hate me like they do), we ate a lot of ice cream, played some board games, and took one incredible selphie. She also let me be afraid of the big, Texas-sized spiders and barely mocked me upon hearing that I'd momentarily locked myself in the bathroom.
All in all, though, S mothered me. "You sit there. Eat your fruit. Read a book. Here, just try this one bite of shrimp. If you don't like it, you don't have to eat it ever again." And while I don't know that I could handle being mothered by her for the rest of my life (nor do I know if she'd even want to do it), I do know that for the day and a half that I was with her, it was superb.