My grandfather passed away last week, with the funeral and wake this past Sunday. My family is doing well. The funeral itself was quite nice, as it involved a military honor guard, my grandfather being a Vietnam vet.
Last night, I was on my way to my cousin Craig’s performance at a Royal Oak bar. On the way, I get the call from Theresa’s (my partner) father saying that her grandmother has taken a turn for the worse, and wasn’t expected to live through the night. I’ve still not heard word this morning on that front. Theresa went to bed around 0130, and myself just over an hour later.
This morning, I get ready for work, get in my car… and the battery is dead. So, after fetching the jumper cables from my car, I wake up my housemate and coworker Drew, who looks at the raised hood on my car, and the cables in my hand, saying “It’s one of those mornings.”
It’s definatly one of those mornings. Upon arriving to work, I walk in to tell my coworkers all that’s going on, and that I’ll be back… I’ve not had coffee, and my car needs gas and such to run and charge the battery. From the gas station a few minutes later, I call Mark with the following: “Can you come over to pump 2 of the Rich gas station with your slim jim? It’s one of those mornings”, as I’d locked my keys in the car.
Quick stops at the ATM, house, and Bombadill’s later, I’m at work, writing this.
It’s STILL one off those mornings.