Yesterday, I got news my grandmother is okay, and has been moved to a ward where she can be visited. Fox and I talked about it, and I decided to skip seeing her because I didn’t feel very good. I mean, despair washes out of you.
That same day, I did some chores, dragging myself around the shops. I headed to the bank and deposited a cheque I’d received, as a Christmas present, from that same grandmother.
Then I came home, and felt really bad about that.
I’m still not sure why.