I went to have a nice lunch with my fellow volunteers, we have a mostly monthly potluck. One of them was letting us know she was leaving. Minor poo, as I really like her, but a new gal, who I like, is starting, so it evens out. (I jokingly refer to the new gal as the Pistol Packin' Grandma, she was so terrified of shooting on our Range day, she vomited. She did quite well, and that's now her nickname with her grandkids, as well as me.)
Got home, and had several phone messages. One was that a close friend of mine had died. Adding insult to injury, I probably won't be able to make her memorial service.
Another phone call, to clear up some info on a volunteer group, lead me to find out ANOTHER friend might have cancer again, (he was in remission).
Ya know, days like this are just... not pleasant. Especially when they start out so nice.
And damn it, there really isn't a thing I can do about it, either way.
Hmm. I know "life goes on", but it still sucks, big time.