Walked through the backlanes to the library with Ryan. It went quickly even though I only carried him part way. The innoncence of a two year old with a serious case of the ‘Why?’s is an excellent balm for the soul. I don’t think we’ll tell him about bub. It seems too soon for him to come to grips with the permanence of mortality. A nice copy of Winken, Bliken, and Nod suits him better just now.I’d best get back to working on a eulogy.