This has not been quite the day we expected: as some of you now know, timprov's grandmother died in the night. His folks came down to have Green Mill (pizza) with us, and I think it was good for them to spend time together even though they didn't talk about her that much. markgritter and I know many -- most, I think -- of the Cooper relatives, but we didn't know T's grandma: she had not been fully "there" for some years now, with a condition that had some similarities to Alzheimer's and some differences. So it's not a "usual" death, and yet it seems to get more usual every year. If there's a disease that comes close to clinical depression in "M'ris would like to hit this disease with a stick until it gives" factor, it's senile dementia. Not that this is a total ordering. We all know about those. But in the PO-set of life, these are greater than or equal to.
In case the last sentence didn't make it clear, I am worn to a nubbin by a combination of factors (most of which have nothing to do with T's loss) and will be crashing in a moment. When I opened this entry, I expected to be able to talk about birthday present theory and maybe some more of the books that are important to me. I don't have that energy. This is not that. This is just: hi. I'm here. I'll be here again tomorrow. On we go.
timprov line of the night: "I don't know if they had any mystic significance. It's sometimes hard to tell with squirrels."