On this cold Wednesday morning, a recognition that Viv's trip is pretty close now. Four days, though I think she wrote three, and then it's onto the big silver bird. Love those cliches. Then three weeks: one at school and two for holidays. One day at a time, and it will be over, though isn't that what life is all about anyway? 7965 more days and I'll be 65, widely held to be retirement age. Still very cold this morning, though we are promised a high of 15C or 59F today. Not ideal, but not freezing.