I've been waiting to hear about a work thing, which is getting pushed off until Monday. And the drop dead, out-the-door day is Wednesday. But that got worked out after some hyperventilating.
And then I got a text from the dude to call the dog's daycare about an "incident." Our angel Stella apparently had a scuffle with another dog. Started by her. The other dog had a wound, but didn't need stitches. Apparently not for the first time, though this was the first time I heard about it. "My bad," said the daycare operator. My bad? These are things you need to know about your dog! They're not sure what they are going to do about it yet. The dude and I will be reassessing this situation.
And then I found out that another one of my library ladies died. She was the lace knitter who had had a stroke. Three in one year! So I was sitting in my office trying not to cry because one wall is entirely made of glass. Everything was sucking. Though thinking about Linda, I remembered how she loved the idea of yarnbombing and on many occasions we discussed wrapping parts of the library entrance. Now, I--or some version of we (meaning my ladies)--will have to do it in her memory.
And then I got an email saying that my colleague is leaving. He had wanted to tell me but I was having such a horrible day, he couldn't. Honestly I was in such a state people thought it was a good idea to hug me! And I let them.
I'm going to disappear down a wine bottle now.