In a few short hours Rob and I will drive a borrowed car to a Salt Lake crematory, to watch over our dear Phoenix as she enters the fire, accompanied by the love of many of her family and friends.
I'll have to miss my haircut appointment with Patrick. Oh well, that's life. Or in this case, death.
As soon as we get home I will attempt to finish making this:
Now that's life.
In the evening I will get to watch and yell as one of my young women kicks this:
It's going to be a day of high contrasts, that much is sure.