Going to see Swimming Pool with Susan at 6;30. Can't forget haircut at 10 tomorrow. Then work to advance my paperwork (federal). Then my pater's memo party on Saturday. Unless I'm hit by a bus or get fatally poisoned by something. Well, I can always hope. Maybe I could sell the opportunity to kill me to a hitman apprentice. Anyone out there?

This morning I put the ashes box design on a disk and the disk into an envelope to mail to the funeral people. They just called me a minute ago thinking they had a solution -- they wanted me to fax it, which I said "no" to, but they were overjoyed that I was mailing them the disk. How weird.

One of my cousins left a guestbook message expressing her sympathy for my father's family in general, but especially for his wife. Now, maybe I'm getting annoyed for no great reason... but why would his wife need or deserve more sympathy? She's ok, and I can't hold her responsible for destroying my parents' marriage (of 35 years) because she wasn't the one who was married, my father was, but still, I can't forget the destruction of the family entirely. We all knew my father for decades longer, and he was our father -- hmmmm. On another issue: I felt rather strongly about including my brother John in the webpage I made, because even though I've never met him, he is a son and should be named in his own father's obituary. I mean, I think so. Seems a no-brainer to me. He isn't mentioned in the TNT obit, though, which made me feel churny. Maybe I've never met him, but I've thought about him most of my life and used to carry his baby picture in my wallet. His name started out as John Christopher Kendall, so if you know him (I have no idea where in the world he is now) -- tell me.