It's the thought that counts?

Just so you know, I've been writing a lot of posts - In my head. The problem is I have no time to actually write them. Right now, for example, (here's "too much information" for you) I'm typing from the bathroom. That's right. I'm in the bathroom, because it's one of the places I'm least likely to be interrupted. But not even this room is safe. I have a few more minutes before someone wonders if I "fell in" and/or until the battery on the laptop runs out. (Thank God for laptops.)

This is how I'm getting online. Sneaking into bathrooms, sometimes at 3am because I'm up for no good reason, and sometimes 4 or 5 minutes between this thing or that...

I need time to write. I need to be settled to write. I have neither time nor settle(ment?) at the moment! - But I have SO much time to talk to all of you and comment on the goings on around me inside my head! 

What can I fill you in on that won't be too bewildering...

• Went to a restaurant. It was cold. We decided to just be cold and bear it until we heard the hostess walk into a room next to us and cheerfully exclaim "Here are your blankets and I also brought you some shawls!"  - Blankets and shawls? Who knew??! I practically tackled the hostess on her way out! Moments later we had blankets and shawls too. Most comfortable blanket ever. Now I want to eat that way all the time.
• Last night I woke up at 3am because I heard what sounded like something sliding down the shade of the window right next to my head. An hour of semi-conscious re-arranging of furniture, picking up mattresses and careful inspection did nothing to satisfy the thought that it must have been a snake. - FYI, there has never been a snake in that room or even in this house as far as I know, but that didn't matter. As far as my brain was concerned, it HAD to have been a snake. - I was awake the rest of the night.
• I've found I now have to be very careful with what I say around my mother. Apparently she asked me if I liked lettuce at one point and I guess I said something like "Sure, it's ok" because she promptly went out and bought 3 heads of lettuce and insists I told her to buy them.
• I've also become concerned that my mother probably shouldn't see doctors anymore without my being present, particularly important ones, because her distraction is making her sound batty, and while my mother has her eccentricities, she isn't batty... yet. But when she goes off on tangents about brain eating amoebas, and hanging upside down on inversion tables, I can see people's eyes glaze over as she's relegated to the category of white noise. Her tangents actually make perfect sense if you understand their context and my mom's lack of understanding re which doctor she's seeing and who does what but, with no context and no "me" to fill in the blanks, I see a future of medical charts filled with "Patient states: Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss"

Battery is about to go. I'll try to get back on soon, but the odds of that aren't great!