Mother is busy filling out forms and thanking the various governments for keeping her roadways safe, her air somewhat breathable, etc. etc. She says she'll come up to visit me soon, but I remember past times when she's filled out forms, and she doesn't exactly have a good track record at speediness.
In actual good news, she has relocated her camera, so soon there should be glorious pictures of me in all of my activities once again.
The pictures are what the people want, I tell her. They don't give a flake about tax forms.