While, I suppose, most of you are out there somewhere, in the company of family and loved ones, I've come back to Montreal to prepare for the funeral. Gives new meaning to this "date", not that the actual meaning had any significance in my life aside perhaps as an excuse to see the family and reflect on the years past (it is, like it or not, the ideal time of the year to do such things; the global page-turner as I've previously described it). I try to retain a certain amount of anonymity on h/e (granted I've lost control at times) so I cannot give a name to the departed (may you rest in peace), but I can say that it isn't truly my loss although how it affects my loved ones is what (naturally) pains me. [Remember how I spoke of the piano?]