It’s been a long day. It began at 1 a.m. when Jon passed out in the kitchen. He’s in the hospital overnight and will be coming home tomorrow.
I’m too tired to write about it now, but will tomorrow. We spent the day together and by the time I left him this evening, he was so much better it seemed almost a miracle to me.
I didn’t think to bring Jon a change of clothes, socks or shoes, (the ambulance took him away in a t-shirt and boxers) but I did throw my sketchbook in my bag before leaving the house.
The day would have been tougher without it.