I have a feeling my mom misses me. She sent me two packages of stuff -- mugs, a mug heater, hot cocoa, snacks in a container labeled with my name -- when all I had asked for was my jacket. Jesus Louisus. It makes me feel bad for not being the slightest homesick, and I probably won't even use the mugs (I have a Thermos cup) or mug heater (the Thermos cup works) or cocoa (I like my tea).