Both evidence that my mother was here. There are ashes in my tub from her smoking out the bathroom window. There are ashes by the cat dishes from her smoking out the kitchen window. There is assorted junk strewn about the house. Basically, there's a lot of cleaning up to do when I get home from work tonight. And I'm absolutely exhasuted. Feel like someone has been beating me up for the past two days, even though the pain inflicted was purely psychological.