home alone

sam taking shelter in the playhouse, both from the wind and from his siblings running amok in the garden.

another day of throwing myself into the domestic routine. it does help to take my mind off things, other than a faint gnawing tightness in my chest and throat which is always there to remind me.

tonight i'm worried that, having just a few days ago actively encouraged a few of dad's friends to go and visit him, that he is now being inundated with visitors (i'd forgotten just how many friends he has) and it is now completely wearing him out. jill tells me he hasn't eaten or drunk very much since yesterday. but he is adamant not to turn people away.