The pills have gone out of order, realise that there are still two of the blood pressure pills in the package that should have been taken. That means that they were not taken, which in turn explains the extraordinary swings in humour and tiredness and all the rest over the past two days.
It was not the just the end of the weekday activity of the last thirty years.
At home, there remains a mess that needs to be cleaned, a kitchen disaster, and ugly living room.
Neither the wife nor the son can be bothered. And there is no refuge in the office any more, for though it was pointless, it served as an own domain, a refuge.
Stay in bed until midday, the aches and pains and stress of the last days soaking into the bedclothes, like water from a drying sponge
No comments:
Post a Comment