Marsh had another restless night here. It seems the hours from midnight on compound the troubles which brought us here. His heart rate dips. He throws off the o2 mask and his sats tumble.

And he cuddles in tighter. Ever and always my nighttime barnacle…

He knows we will be traveling by ambulance to Boston. He offers nothing but introspection on the subject but his eyes say all his mouth doesn’t.

I relate. And avoid social media on every level. So if anyone tries to reach out and fails, text or email is best.