Up and down

Sometimes things are fine, other times things are less than that. A very normal thing. Today Frank looked fine but said that he was a bit tired and he wanted to sleep. But he could not. Quiet, most of the time his eyes closed, the television on. The evening passed slowly.

My visit the day before yesterday was at the other end of the spectrum. Watching the history of warfair with an allert Frank, strait in his bed, like the general that he is. Pay attention! Or the phalanx will walk all over you. When I said my goodnight, two day's ago, he said goodnight in such a way that I almost expected him to step out of his bed to open the door for me.

Today I said goodnight and quitly let myself out.