I got very sad and worrisome news today.
My (sometimes former) "Aging Hippie", a man I've been in a complicated relationship with for 24 years, has had a series of strokes, and is in the local hospital. I'd been worrying for a few days, because I hadn't heard from him (he doesn't always call daily these days, but usually at least every other day). Because of COVID-19, I haven't seen him, except from a couple of metres away, when I dropped off groceries or something at the front door of his apartment building, since March. I'm at high risk of passing on COVID, because of where I work, and he's at high risk for complications of contagion, because he's on dialysis, and other problems. I got to talk to him today, and he's quite 'there', anyway. His sister said he was confused; he didn't really seem it to me, although concerned about his cat, Cookie, who is in the care of his mother and sister in Mom's condo, and they're not really cat people, so I get it.
This just sorta bites.