I do apologize because I had grand plans to break the blog silence of late by writing amusing things and putting up Book Blocks, but I just don't have it in me right now...
I found out this afternoon that my great-uncle Steve had passed away yesterday morning at the age of 96. We knew that he was weakening, and he did live an incredibly full and interesting life... but it still sucks.
Apparently 96 is a bad age. First my grandmother died at 96 this year, and now my great-uncle.
I recommend people try to get to age 97, after which you should be fine.
I am not so much sad as just angry at the unfairness of life right now. I'll be cheerful tomorrow, promise. And I have a great story about my uncle that I'll tell you then, which he made me promise not to tell until he died.