and it's not always bad. I called M yesterday. Just to talk to him. He's bouncing around emotionally and thinking he is going to get a job moving cars from cargo containers to port. Sounds good. There was lots of dismay about his paternal grandmother, who is clearly losing it at this point in her life. She's the cat-hoarder, but apparently there's some diagnosis of schizophrenia at this point? It's hard to know being that she's 78 and deaf, who knows what she's suffering from at this point. In any case, she's been contacting the police and saying that M and his girlfriend have been stealing stuff. It might be of concern, except that she's complaining that they have stolen her water heater and replaced it with an old one, stolen her furnace and replaced it with a broken one, so on and so forth. I told him not to bother worrying, everyone knows that she is ill and there's no reason to try to figure it out. I think it went over his head. In any case, I didn't ask about my family or about L, and he didn't offer. He is still very difficult to talk to. Everything is a drama and illogical but he seems functional at his own level. I was proud that I made the effort without it being a big drama on my part. So, it seems like a small thing, but it seems like a big thing, too.