I went see see Jeanie this afternoon, as I have been furloughed for 2 weeks now. Luckily her room has a patio door so I didn’t walk through the building , and donned PPE once inside. Poor Jeanie seems even thinner and frailer, which I didn’t think possible. She did not open her eyes or make any response, apart from when I got close and broke some chocolate and offered , and her mouth would open. I read her some poetry and sang to her and stroked her. The face mask soaked up my tears.

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