Weary

My beard is going grey at an alarming rate. My last real photos were for the wedding, and I look like I’ve aged five years in five months. This may have something to do with Tristan’s plight. It does something to you after a while, when you keep getting these little reminders, whether it’s when I’m talking with Tristan, or I see a girl about India’s age, or I get another e-mail from the attorney with the subject line “State v Ryng”.

It wears.

I can only imagine how it’s affecting Tristan. He’s a stoic, rather like my mother. It’s hard to tell with him.