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I did in fact go to Aran as advertised, and had a wonderful week. However, on Thursday of that week (21st August) my mother and I were told that a family friend had died. We knew he was sick - lung cancer - but it was a bit upsetting; his sons are the closest thing to brothers I could ever have. We grew up together.

I stayed a week longer than planned to keep the sons company and to offer what help I could to their mother, who is, understandably, devastated (though devastated with more dignity than I could muster under similar circumstances, I feel).

I'm back now, and have done some other small stuff as well. I will probably update with exciting details later, when I feel less stressed, exhausted, and consequently ill.

I am still not smoking.