On a sad note, I will be flying to Wales tomorrow for my Uncle Harold’s funeral. He’s technically my mother’s uncle, hence my Great Uncle, but he was never one for titles. We will miss him terribly, but I’m grateful I was able to see him in September. He was only 86, but this past year in particular was very hard on him so I can at least find solace in his peace now. Dealing with his deteriorating health has forced me to realize that despite our advanced-ways and medical achievements and all, dying slowly in the Western world is not a pretty or comfortable picture. I won’t get into a potential rant here, that’s what Ron is for, but seeing a dear loved one suffer is heartbreaking beyond belief. I love you Uncle Harold and will miss you greatly.