This afternoon, I took my Artist Friend to Cookstown, I'll stay overnight at his, for his fortnightly medication injection. Then I took him to Tesco. At both those places he had mental outbursts; the like I never saw from him, before. He said it was 'Because of Covid'; however, there's something deeper down. Probably the sense of betrayal by our society at large.
I share his resentments; however, I internalise them. While I was at Tesco with him I felt like I wanted the earth to swallow me whole. But I sorted him out, and he's calm now.
We'll be at an Art Class this evening. Looking forward to it. But it won't be cheap.