Wandering

23^rd November 2012

Dear Cassi,

        
There is no dawn on the horizon as for the second day in a row Pickles fails to sleep. His paranoia as taken some rational hold over him and he thinks the voices are real.

       
He showered early today and retired only to wake again and wander the house looking for the voices that haunt him. I made chamomile tea and had him drink it with cream. Two glasses made him ready to try for slumber again but twenty minutes later he was up once more this time fully dressed. It was only moment until he returned to his wandering and looking for the sounds he knew only lived in his head.

        
This is a time that he should be somewhere safe and with folks who know how to handle these things. Normal people would call family at a time like this, but as that has never been an option for me I’m forced to see this along. Well, we greet the challenges as they come and live as best we can.

Live, little sister, live as best you can,

Richard Leland Neal

Pickles Condition

22^nd November 2012

Dear Cassi,

       

Pickle’s condition grows more delicate with the passing days. Today he had me take apart a lamp to see if there was a “bug” in side. I thought I had been looking for an insect but he meant a device that was making sound.

       

He said the thought the neighbors were putting hallucinogens in his coffee

as he slept and that they had rigged his devices to give off sound that only he could hear. He spent much of the day talking about electric pulses and such.

       

To add to thing his short fuse is made shorter by his paranoia. Today he started yelling at Gus

after some sound had scared the big dog. Pickle’s ruckus sent the kittens running into the study where they hid among the bits of junk on the floor.

       

It will be another twelve days before this business is over in any reasonable way. I just

hope pickle’s does no damage in that time.

Stay safe, little sister,

Richard Leland Neal