215: Late Saturday Night
When Jack finally woke up, Izzy was gone and he thought he might be able to pass for a human being.
A shower, a cup of tea, another couple of ibuprofen, and an hour later, and he was sure of it.
It didn't occur to him to check his phone messages, but it was probably just as well. A night's drinking was probably not the best follow up to three days of being sick in bed.
Changing the sheets, opening the window, and rustling up a snack, however, were, so that's what he'd done. Flopping into the chair, he set his second cup of tea on the table under the plant, and flicked on the TV. He may have felt like a human being again, but it was one that didn't have much energy.
[Door is closed, but knockable. I have to go in about an hour, for about two.]
A shower, a cup of tea, another couple of ibuprofen, and an hour later, and he was sure of it.
It didn't occur to him to check his phone messages, but it was probably just as well. A night's drinking was probably not the best follow up to three days of being sick in bed.
Changing the sheets, opening the window, and rustling up a snack, however, were, so that's what he'd done. Flopping into the chair, he set his second cup of tea on the table under the plant, and flicked on the TV. He may have felt like a human being again, but it was one that didn't have much energy.
[Door is closed, but knockable. I have to go in about an hour, for about two.]