The night before last I was out with Liz at The Haven in JP. I was feeling pretty optimistic, possibly due to the great company, the fine Scottish beer I was drinking and the delicious Scottish food I was eating. I was telling Liz how "interesting" I'm finding the grieving process. Ain't I something?
Right after I put up the post below I got an e-mail letting me know that a friend of Pete's and mine has inoperable cancer. Well that kicked my ass.
Let's just say that the whip's been put away and I won't be looking at it again for a while.