Fragile

The Traveller has just taken Smithers to the hospital eye clinic for a second post-op check up with his glaucoma consultant. He put the wheelchair in the boot in case it was needed because his Dad is looking so frail.

I seem to have caught Smithers’ virus, and I’m aching everywhere, although fortunateIy I don’t have a temperature at the moment. I’m about to head upstairs for a nap while they’re out because I didn’t sleep well last night. 

I hope I’m going to be well enough to look after him when he gets back, because I feel quite overwhelmed with tiredness, not to mention despair and anguish about the current state of the world.