For once, I am not the one who is. He is. And it's his birthday weekend. Tomorrow, is Happy Hiroshima Day. Then his birthday on Monday.
I'm not entirely sure why he is unwell. All he has had today was a soylent drink (the coffee one) and he's been in the bathroom several times.
Last night, he finished a bottle of whiskey and drank beer. Hmm. I hope he gets to feeling better soon.
I know he's under a lot of stress, too, with his pending (upcoming) surgery in September. He didn't a lot of food today. None that I can tell.