The mites won. They have successfully chased Axel out of the house. He is off to America tomorrow. He is already taking the highest doses of the kind of medicines that are usually prescribed for his ailment; yet he is not getting any better. I hate to see him go but we don’t want to mess around with lungs.
Axel sent me pictures of dust mites so I could study the enemy. They are frightful creatures. One picture shows a whole army of them, in brown uniforms – I can just imagine their advance, stomp, stomp, underneath our brand-new mattress allergy barrier that one of my colleagues brought back from the US two days ago.
The changing of tickets required payment of some penalties which is a little painful. The good thing is that we could find seats on all three consecutive flights that will get Axel into Boston on Saturday afternoon, incha’allah. I can already see him sniffing the fresh sea air at Lobster Cove.
The news of Axel’s departure glommed on to other difficulties, complications and set backs at work. When I came home he was asleep giving me a little taste of what it is like to come home to an empty house. It’s depressing. The good thing is that I will be leaving myself 10 days from now.
With no one to put the brakes on work after hours I think I will get a lot done in these next 10 days.
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