Talk about lousy days.
I wasn't feeling all that hot this morning, but made my way to work all the same.
Shortly after I got there, I learned that the spouse of one of my co-workers had died on Saturday.
David had had a history of heart trouble, including heart attacks. A week or so ago, a blood clot had to be removed from his brain. He was set to be released from the hospital soon, but suddenly took a turn for the worse. After a very genial phone call with another of my coworkers, he laid back, and the hospital staff was unable to revive him. He was in his mid sixties.
Larry, his spouse and one of my better friends at work, is by all accounts a basket case.
I'd only met David once, but he was obviously the rock that anchored the more active and social Larry. Since Larry is just two days older than I, we've always had a different kind of friendship, what with the parallels and skews of our lives. And it was impossible for me to not be thinking of him all day.
Between not feeling all that great to beging with, and the genuine depression I was feeling for Larry, I begged off taking the grandlads to the movies with der Grampa. I caught up with my sleeping.
I'm feeling better now. The movie der Grampa took the grandlads to see was Transformers, and he says I didn't miss anything.
I'd better get some dinner on the table. Poached salmon with dill, scalloped potatoes, broccoli.