homecoming
I am back from Ohio. I flew there because my father had a couple of heart attacks last week. The doctors have propped open his blocked arteries and he appears to be doing well.
Ohio was a mud pit, rainy and cold. The battle there seems to be against erosion, the hills are made of clay with random bits of rock sprinkled about, no place to gain firm footing. Southeast Ohio is quiet, the cities are like suburbs and the country is a suburb of a suburb as the farmers all give up farming and parcel their land out to people building houses. It is a land of Amishmen, and Amishwomen, and is is a land of utter and complete boredom.
Cooped up in planes for hours on end, breathing stranger’s recycled air, I am now sick, coming down with a cold, possibly the flu. i eat chicken soup even as I type these words.
I brought Anton home from the vet, shortly after returning home myself. His leg is slow to heal, he has to remain isolated for months. He might need more surgery.
My job is exhausting. It is sucking away at my soul in unexpected ways. My fellow employees are are slowly withering and breaking down under the huge grinding gears of a seemingly out of control machine too vast to comprehend.
