No Socks for Old Men

Sydney has bailed me up. A son is in attendance on his old father for a long short week. We drove South together to do what we can and to buoy each other along. Decrepitude sucks. And loneliness sucks. It is so close yet unimaginable that it will happen to us.
Tomorrow I abscond to tea with a friend, two wool shops and a bookstore too. Searching for sock wool. Really beautiful sock wool.


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