I went to Vivian's funeral today. 93 is a goood many years. More on this later, when I've collected my thoughts.

Everyone feels old today. Me, nearing 27, Woody, about 23, and Noah, inching out of his teenage years. We agreed the sun made it a Belle and Sebastian kind of day. We were having a Velvet Underground 'Who love's the sun?' kind of day.

The boys think I drink too much coffee.