29th July 2018
I made a start on stripping the finish off the coffee table. I had my trusty chisel and sandpaper, and before long shit was flying everywhere, even Kelli won’t come near me when I’m in that state. I finished the stripping by mid afternoon, just in time to go and visit Dave in hospital.
It looked like the fluids and antibiotics had started to make a difference, although in his weakened state he was not the same person I used to know. There is something about illness that accentuates our frailty, and makes us act old, then we are at our most vulnerable, and most pathetic.
I experienced that feeling a few years ago, when I had flu, and alone.
Another Lifetime to go 