Well, apparently I'm a deity now. All this chick's mom wanted to do is give her little (32 year old) girl a nice gift for the holidays and now I live on the DVD player and watch over her. It's a big responsibility. I feel that it requires a little creepiness on my part. Deities are not all kindly and benevolent and stuff. I can rain down some fire and brimstone, trust.
There's really not a lot to do here. She cooks a lot, and works out, and does craft-like things. I'm going to need a little more entertainment. She cooked a huge pot of stuff yesterday, so I'm guessing she's having guests. But she hasn't cleaned up the house yet. That is going to change. Gretchen likes a tidy house. And a tidy mind.