As I sit here waiting for the temperature to cool down enough to go out running, I realize how slow I am at times. That suspicious visitor couldn’t have been Molly or a friend of hers at the group home. When I’ve looked over Molly’s visits I’ve noticed that the hostname is that of the group home itself. Well, the visitor in question’s hostname was that of a private residence, so I highly doubt it was tied to her after all. Not unless it was someone she knew there who no longer lives there but still lives in the Austin area, and this is unlikely. 

Talked to both Tammy and Mark earlier. They really love their new place. I’m just amazed at how quiet and clean it is for low income and so are they. When I think of “low income,” I think of the slums of Springfield, MA where I lived in the late 80s and early 90s, and the projects in Norwich, CT that I was in back in early ’92 that landed me in the psych ward with a breakdown before flying to Arizona. It was a totally maddening circus. Yet when she showed me a pic of the beautiful view outside her window, there were no screaming kids and welfare bums loitering about.