Ever have one of those days where everything smells like tartar sauce?

It was an .. interesting weekend. I had a good dose of alone time, sprinkled with various Gang configurations (not to be confused with the good old fashioned gang bang). Group dynamics are an interesting creature, at any rate. There were times, both good and odd.

At the moment, I’m working hard to ensure this week is going to be less bad than the potential it has to be. While that is possibly the most convoluted sentence I’ve ever written, the fact remains the same: this week could be a horrible one.

To start with, it’s supposed to rain. The weather has been spectacular for the last few weeks, and I’ll be sorry to see it go – especially since gray days will make me all sad and junk, whereas it’s difficult to be gloomy when it’s so damn pretty outside.

This Thursday will be the 3rd anniversary of my dad’s death. That day always sucks for me, but this year I was so busy that the date slipped my mind and I scheduled myself for a very early web conference for which I must arrange attendance and food. I suppose this is just another example of life going on, but trying to keep a bunch of sleepy yet rowdy techs in line when I am deep in sad will be difficult.

Adding to the difficulty: Ed is leaving on Friday to drive to Edmonton for a friend’s wedding. He’ll be gone until Monday. Not a big deal really, except Sunday is our anniversary and he won’t be home for it. I have selfishly been having a little pity party over this, which isn’t fair at all – not only will Ed get a chance to see one of his oldest friends get married, he’ll get to hang out with all his old buddies from Ago. Also, I encouraged him to go. I think he’d really regret skipping the wedding. He likes road trips, and Edmonton, and his old friends. He has the time off – it was previously booked for our anniversary – so he should totally go. And he is. But I get to feel a little sad about it, okay?

Besides, now he has an excellent excuse to buy me fabulous presents.

So, yeah. Rain, deathiversary, missed anniversary, early morning web conference that has the potential to be staggeringly dull, no car. It could be a bad week, if I let it – which I won’t.

Web headline: A new look at the Babar controversy! There’s a Babar controversy? He’s an elephant who wears green suits and sometimes a crown. What, did someone draw him passed out in a pile of hookers and blow? Don’t you people have better things to worry about?

Coming soon: a terrible, terrible update.