So my granddad died last week. My dad's dad, who I grew up seeing weekly. He choked to death. I thought about putting up the eulogy I wrote for his funeral here, so I could have it when I come back in future years and read this weird blog-letter I'm writing to myself. But I don't think I will. My family has emphasized a non-facebook-about-grief policy, which somehow feels more respectful. Still, I've appreciated this space to talk about these things.

Back in Staunton now. Snowy here. I'd have won any bets I'd taken on this weather. Gotta wake up though, dress, clean, get back into the work again.