My neighbor, who is disabled and lives alone, softly called for help today. I only heard because I was working on my porch. I ran and found him on uneven ground out of pedestrian sight; he was trying to get from his back door to the car when he lost footing. No rail to hold onto. I couldn’t lift him on my own so I rang doorbells until another neighbor answered. We got him up safely, brought his concerned cat back into the yard and settled him into his car. This whole time, he wouldn’t stop apologizing for being “such a nuisance.” We all exchanged numbers.

feel like makin' doodles of books I've read/am reading in 2020 because i'm just sad about the state of the world rn and books are getting me thru the worst of days and doodling is therapeutic 1/n the collected schizophrenias by @esmewang 🌹 2/n