and the heartbreak continues

[saffronhare]

Last night, I got to attend the three-hour memorial service of a little boy who died at age four (the son of a co-worker). Today, I am writing copy to raise money supporting the disaster response effort for the Boxing Day Tsunami. And, to put a feathered cap on it all, I forgot my bucket of cotton candy at home.

I think, when starwyse shows up to collect the cassette recorder she's borrowing from me, I shall collect a Mama Hug.

Later tonight, I hope to indulge in goat engineering and gerbil massacre, and perhaps begin writing a business plan. I also aim to enjoy snugglebunnies with my husband. Because those things will make it all better.