In many respects, it's been a crappy weekend so far. We're waiting for news from Canada, where DH's uncle is dying. I was lunching with Rima when I got the call from DH's mum. My first urge (resisted) was to get stonking drunk - not another death and not now, please God! Instead, I eventually drove home sober and followed impulse number 3 - bury my head in a book and pretend the outside world isn't happening. Thanks Rima for putting up with me on an afternoon when I couldn't have been the most scintilating company.
DH is at a games convention until Monday morning. His best friend is with him. I hope he is partying as hard as he can, pushing away the veil of misery, enjoying the moment until the inevitable has happened.
In the meantime, I'm going to write a review of the book that I just finished, work on my knitting and perhaps add a few more lines to the novel that'll never get published.