That's what friends are for

Tonight, at a very low point - simply too much information today - I had a txt from Nancy, checking in cos she'd seen the news, and then just a little later, mbfiatw Jean called, 'how am I doing?' and so we talked, cos I ain't doing too well.  They must be telepathic. Well of course. That's what friends are for.  I had previously declined my bro's invitation to join him and Kara at the pub due to melancholia, and instead, doodled in my sketchbook (today's pic) with TV for company.  After all, some kind of therapy is required when you watch from afar as your world is morphing into something you do not recognise anymore.