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We decided on Wednesday that we should make the appointment for HB with Dr. Death and so next Friday will be his last day. It's a difficult decision to make, but he hasn't been eating well, if at all, and he really has to struggle to walk even around the corner lately. When the doctor asks you if you'd like the body to be cremated or if you'd like to bury it yourself it's a bit like being asked, "paper or plastic?", after spending an overwhelming hour of shopping in a US grocery. It's just not a decision you're prepared to make after all the mental energy spent just getting to that point. Much of the coming week will be spent either with HB or trying to get my mind off of Friday, e.g. tomorrow's seemingly implausible, but irresistibly odd "The Winter Circus' Greeting to the Baltic Herrings" dance at the opening of the Herring Fair. I wish they had a herring poetry slam as I would feel compelled to read Conrad's ode to herring.