I had lunch with Jane today. Sushi. She seems to be doing okay, not better, but not worse, and that's something. David looked really tired. It's got to be hard on him, watching his sister day in and day out. He still won't listen when I mention the Abode. It bothers me a little that he thinks it would be such a horrible thing for her, but I can't say I meet many relatives who love their family member enough to sacrifice so much. Sometimes you'll get someone who cares enough to visit Easter and Christmas, but usually they come in, dump off the poor sod's belongings and take off, thinking that auntie's memory is shot anyway, so what does it matter if she never sees her nephew again...

I shouldn't judge.

Jane can still order sushi fine, and she's eating well. Barbara thinks I get too involved with my patients, but for Christ's sake, we were in college together. Jane's not an ordinary case.