Good Grief 237

The Eyeliad
The ongoing Northern Saga of the one called Cyclops.
I was supposed to be heading south to sort stuff. Felt grotty, started out but then turned round, went over to my friend's for a bit of any eye inspection. It continues to be inflamed and seems infected so I decided to head home again. Maybe tomorrow. 
I keep thinking there's stuff to say but there's not a lot of point and I feel mostly too tired.
Strangely, it occurred to me that it has a parallel to when we first became aware of how ill my husband was. It was at this time of year, we both succumbed to the flu type bug that was around at the time. And like my eyes, one of us got better, the other didn't.