I learned while having breakfast that singer/performer extraordinaire Robert Goulet had died. Right around lunchtime, I found out that my sister's kitty had just been put to sleep. (Poor Ty-Kitty!) And I was chopping vegetables for dinner when I got the call from my best friend, telling me to meet her at the emergency room. Her husband passed out at work, banged his head on something, and had to be rushed to the hospital.
I think perhaps the moral of this story is to avoid me around mealtimes, at least on Halloween.
Since I spent most of the afternoon and evening in the ER, I missed this:
And this:
And this:
And, as usual, the 2 and 1/2 hour driving distance meant that I also missed this:
And this:
*sigh!* I think my uterus is aching.
As always after a day like that, I have to stop and count my blessings, which are numerous. Except for poor Ty-Kitty & Bob Goulet, everyone I love is (reasonably) healthy and happy. I have a wonderful, supportive husband who would do anything for me and family that loves me enough to send me all these adorable pictures. Yes, despite everything, life is good.
But Halloween still sucked.
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