Okay, so I was going to have to go to a memorial service for my Great-Great-Uncle tomorrow, but now there isn't going to be one -- well, there will be a small one, and not the big family get-together afterward that they were going to have -- because another relative had a heart attack while driving, went over an embankment, and died. His wife was injured but I don't know how badly. And yet another relative, who is somewhat advanced in age and in delicate health, was hospitalized with breathing difficulties, probably from the stress of this whole ordeal.
I don't know these relatives very well, if at all, and while I am saddened and horrified by the recent turn of events, and would cheerfully attend any number of memorials and family get-togethers (okay, not cheerfully, but you know what I mean) if it would reverse these events and restore life and health to those involved, I can't help but be a bit glad in my deepest of black little hearts that I have been graciously given tomorrow off from motherhood and will be permitted to stay home and bask in my aloneness and freedom from responsibility...
So what, you ask, will I be doing on this precious, wonderful day off? My, but I am glad you asked, dear reader(s).
Because I am so very, very stupid, I am going to clean out the office and paint it and attempt to return it to order, in maybe 12 hours. Wish me luck, and while you are at it maybe put in a good word with the brain fairy to bring me some common sense.