My new duties seem to include being the Boss’s brain. I keep hearing things like, “You’re going to have to help me remember this,” and, “Put that on your list of things to have me follow up on.”

Just after the accident, Julie reported that he seemed a little out of it, but that was when he was drugged out on morphine, so I didn’t put much stock in it. Then yesterday Tim rather pointedly asked me if I thought his dad was making sense. To be honest, I’m not sure what answer he was hoping for, but my answer was yes, he seemed completely lucid to me, and nearly back to his old self.

He sort of proved it today when he phoned me at least twice while he was en route from the hospital to his ex’s house, a distance of about a hundred miles. It was all business, all the time, although there were some things we’d talked about earlier that he’d obviously forgotten. That’s not unusual, though. If merely forgetting things is a bad sign, then I’m living under a pretty humungous cloud myself.

He phoned me tonight from his new location to give me the phone and fax numbers where I can now reach him. It’s a good thing I already knew them, because he got pretty frustrated trying to read them off the phone, and he finally gave up. I assured him that if I needed to get in touch, I’d find a way.

So now I have a growing list of tasks that I have to do for him. Most are things he asked me to take care of, or things I need to ask him about, the same as always. But now I have a separate list that I’ve started on my own. This one includes everything I can think of that he might not think of on his own, or that I’m afraid he might forget. I’m not really worried, but the list is getting kind of long.