So, things are piling up for the guys.
Problems with navigation, problems with language, problems with optical acuity… and gastrointestinal integrity. Problems with interpersonal communication and patience…
Nothing a good therapist couldn’t work them through, given a few weeks of sessions and proper insurance.
While the hospital food may not finish the trip *with* Clem, it *will* still finish the trip. Somewhere.
Unless Clem gets out and leaves it alongside the road!
At last Clem is back to his wordy self! I love it!
Still, I don’t see how he will enjoy the Jello-wrestling spectacle with his eyes bandaged. He may as well have stayed–well, I was going to say “home”, then “at Durnell’s”–but I just realized that nobody in that car seems to have a permanent residence.
Oh boy. They say sh*t rolls down hill.