April 15th, 2005
Hal asked me to hang around more often.
I think he realizes things are bad. I've offered to be around more by hanging around in the guest room.
Damn, that's obtuse. Hal asked me if I could move into the guest room so that I can be around more. He has no family. He never married, says all his bastard children are scattered to the four winds. And he is having trouble standing long enough to cook himself an omelet. I'm not a fantastic cook, but I doubt his taste buds will be able to tell the difference at this point.
I'm not a doctor yet, so he's not my patient and that (along with his treating me like a daughter) should keep me out of trouble as far as "the rules" go.