Never got a reply from the wrong Patricia O, but I messaged one of her daughters and her granddaughter and said that the least they could have done was tell me that I had the wrong person after years of messaging her. The daughter blocked me in the granddaughter said, “You can’t be serious. My grandmother is 80 years old and doesn’t know much about computers. I don’t think it was malicious in any way.”

Now it makes sense to me and I kind of felt bad for not thinking of this possibility upfront. I did know she wasn’t young, after all. Other things make sense as well like the son contacting me. He was probably showing her something, got nosy and browsed through her messages, saw my name, and looked me up out of curiosity.

The blog view I once got from Gloversville, NY was no doubt him as well, and because Doc O told me she was out of town at the time I messaged her, that furthered my belief that it was her Facebook account.

Pierce better give us some fucking information today! I’m tired of things being possible but not for sure. I want to be certain about what’s going on and what to expect.

Tom slaved his ass off packing all day yesterday but couldn’t finish, so he crashed early and got up early to finish before the movers get here later on.