A very short trip to Sydney, sans enfants. but we did get to have brunch at bills. Ricotta pancakes. That was sweet.
Just back from Sydney. Went to a funeral. Caught up with old friends, old house mates, old lovers, old colleagues and old bosses. Cried. Laughed. Hugged. Listened to beautiful, heartfelt words. Bittersweet that it takes a funeral to get so many old friends together, but get together we did. In the hundreds. To say goodbye.