Nothing to say about dating today, I'm afraid. The envelope on which I scratched some ideas disappeared during the last-minute clean-up for the onslaught of visitors we're expecting in the next couple of days (thank you, Children).
We got word that my father-in-law died on Friday, just before midnight.
My sister-in-law and her four children will be down from Canada tomorrow, my mother-in-law and brother-in-law will be on their way up from South Carolina with Peter's father's remains some time later in the week.
Peter's working overtime to finish the renovations to our main bathroom as I write.
Last night, he downloaded a boatload of Cape Breton and Irish fiddle music for the wake, along with some Enya. He loves Blood, Sweat and Tears but resisted the impulse to include "And When I Die."