Flip Flop

He’s having a bad day. A very bad day. He is tired, nauseous. He was out of bed for just about an hour, returning to it midmorning and falling asleep almost immediately. We don’t know why. We hope these symptoms are transitory, that he will be restored tomorrow to his previously relatively good health. We learned early on from friends and relatives that there would be good days and bad (trending towards the latter). And we’s certainly seen that already. But, as I’ve written before, we cannot foretell the future, save in gross abstract. So we just love and watch and tend and soothe and hope and wait.