My name is Amos.
My mother is in bad shape.
Literally and figuratively, she says with a big sigh.
She's doesn't know how she can get it all done today.
Christmas cards, packing, stocking crap, pay bills, take me to doctor.
She keeps writing things like that down.
I don't know why she can't remember.
We are going to Key Biscayne tomorrow.
We leave at 5 in the morning.
That is really early.
My mom can't find any of our bathing suits.
That's not good.
She says it's a first world problem.
We don't worry about those.