Days of uncertainty.

Today feels like I'm walking in a long, dreary tunnel with no end in sight and only one single light bulb hanging from the ceiling by a frayed wire swinging back and forth with a trance inducing motion that is oddly comforting, but only because its movement somehow extends a numbing kind of calm.

Tall's health continues to deteriorate, yet his consult is not for another three weeks. If, however, he develops an infection, they'll take him asap. I am loath to pray for an infection.