Changes

Alan is changing, not wanting to bathe or wash his hair. He has a fear of it somehow, maybe thinking that the showering makes him weak. In his kitchen are glasses of water lined up to drink "in case I get weak" - he believes that this will help him. I am the new enemy today because I told him he needed to shower. He slammed the door in my face as I left his apartment. I don't take it personally, but realized the smiling, happy young man I have known for 30 years is fading. Lots of changes.

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