Mild, thin sun. I hunkered down with my heating pad and laptop and spent the day debugging code, listening to a radio station that played music from back in the day when I listened to the radio. I knew every song and felt young again. In the evening I joined Jenny, Lisa, Marian and her friend Janet at the office where Marian and Janet were xeroxing 3 years of medical records. Instead of dining out we carried in. There was a sweet, timeless quality to it, with the wine and the dimmed lights, a table of women walking the cliff-edge of grief.