Did nearly nothing today. Patricia made turkey soup, and it was delicious. We watched "Girls Trip" and "Spider-Man: Homecoming" this evening. It is now past midnight.
In the coming hours, we will have to get up and prepare for our friend Rhea Mahar's funeral service. I don't know what to expect other than plenty of tears. Her sudden and tragic death has kept me thinking about the fragility of life and the inevitability of death. I guess it's about trying to pack as many positive things into that life as you can.
Oh, here is the link to her obituary.
That's the theory, but plenty of people have lousy, stinking jobs and/or poor education and poorer prospects. It is hard to state that their lives are of good quality, but who am I to judge?
I think I will turn in. Need some sleep and need to think about Saturday's service.
See you tomorrow.