After work yesterday, we spent most of the evening, sitting shiva with a member of the Havurah whose father recently died. It wasn't unexpected, but it was sad. Pretty much the whole Havurah attended, while other friends and family were also there. I was glad to see everyone, no matter what the reason of our gathering, and I could tell that the feelings, in their complexity, were reciprocated.
Before logging on, this morning, I managed to read the new Neverwhere comic, #8. I'm still happy with the artwork, and the storyline, and I still think that this is the best Neverwhere, better than the TV series, and better than the book.