Thank y’all for your kind well wishes. It is a bit daunting to be this ill alone.

I’m recuperating at home and so very happy to be out of hospital. Magnus is pleased as well (old fart friends cared for him when I could not). Diagnosis is heart failure which isn’t as bad as it sounds although it does entail lifestyle changes (I’m so good at these!) and vigilance. Seeing the cardiologist this afternoon.

Jim is okish, on a slow decline, entering end-stage which could persist for another year or so. It is eight years since diagnosis and 12 years since we knew “something was wrong.” His residence is back in lockdown so I can’t see him. When I visited last week his face lifted a bit with light, he knows I’m important to him but unclear on the relationship. Heartbreaking (perhaps literally).