Taking good care of myself

摘要

The social worker came a day or so before I arrived. He was as briskly pleasant as the occasion, which I'd long been dreading, allowed. He was dressed bizarrely, but people from the future always are. "We'll need to send a few helpful machines back with you," he murmured as he inspected our spare bedroom and the bathroom and then the kitchen, which no doubt looked ridiculously primitive to him. "But nothing that'll get in your way." Helen was equally reassuring when she came home that evening. "It's a tremendous challenge," she told me. "You always say you like challenges."