Up here in Massachusetts for the next few days with Nancy's family. Visiting hours at the funeral home tonight and Mary's funeral in the morning tomorrow.
Stayed up late last night finishing John Galsworthy's The Forsyte Saga. I found his collected works down in the basement a few months back, originally bought by Mary's father, John Hugh Reilly, back around 1925.
Mary got a huge kick out of the fact that I wanted the books, calling me "the only man in America reading Galsworthy".
Great stuff, actually.
We're all just puttering around the house, staying quiet and being nice to each other.
Outside the weather is playing its part well, soft rain and grey skies.
A good day to hold on to someone you love.