Septimana Horribilus

It's been quite a week. In roughly ascending order:

• There's yet more wedding prep work to be done.
  
• Allergy season has started.
  
• My car needs to go to the shop, but I've been working every day so I can't make time. (The same time crunch is effecting the above entry.)
  
• My (future) in-laws are putting down their 15-year old border collie tomorrow. Honey's always been a very sweet dog, but apparently it's time. This is a harsher blow to my fiancee, who lived with that dog for most of Honey's life.
• A relative is not going to make the wedding due to medical treatments.
  
• A Marine I served with died yesterday, in a motorcycle crash. We weren't exactly friends, but we were comrades, which is something both less and more. He had a family, too. I'm going to chip into a memorial fund for his family, which is the least I can do, in a non-metaphorical sense.

And instead of a nice relaxing weekend, I'll be working overnights, and working twice as hard as usual because the colleague that knows what's going on is on vacation and is being covered by someone useless.

So if you'll excuse me, I think it's time to play with the cat and contemplate stoic philosophy.

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