Mom turns 80 tomorrow. What should be a celebratory milestone won’t even be met with a call or a card from me or Justin. How alone and isolated she must feel. Given her arthritis, I have to imagine she’s no longer able to go to the gym. Even raising her shoulders just to put on clothes was a challenge last I heard. I wonder how she passes the time. Just sitting with her dog, smoking pot all day while watching the news or some other courtroom reality show. She always loved those. The People’s Court or Judge Judy or some such. I don’t think of her often anymore. It’s too sad. But I can’t help it now. And I hope someone out there in that god forsaken desert wishes her a happy birthday for me.