My sister is alive!

An odd thing happens when an older sibling dies. It is like a countdown clock starts in you -giving only the time until you reach the exact age your brother died. My sister passed that age yesterday and didn't die, and furthermore doesn't seem to be the least bit unhealthy.

So I tormented her with Peter's new Valentine's day song, "Scottish Love Sheep". She hated it. Life is good.

Happy Valentine's Day!