When the Basics are all that's left.
My dad writes less and less in his journal these days, but maybe it's still pretty clear. He wrote this tonight -- it doesn't have the year or month anymore -- Paul is my dad's name.
I guess he pretty much wrote down all that's important, didn't he.
Monday 10: 8:00 p.m. Paul at his desk. Robert home, Sally home.
9:30 p.m. Paul goes to sleep.