mizarchivist

Just got a call from quiet_elegance. The first words out of his mouth were "I'm OK."
It turns out that while he was out to get some tools and feed meters at the hospital job site, some guy coming out of a parking spot hit  him going about 10 miles per hour. The bastard didn't even stop. The guys at the site helped him get his head back together, assess damage, call the police, and so on. He's bruised but fine and gets a freebie day off tomorrow. We should take pictures of our bruises (me from falling on monday)... or something. I did tell him that he really didn't have to play a game of one upsmanship with me.

My 4 year old niece, the one who'd had some problems with her ears a year or so ago has been diagnosed with cancer. I've known for a few days, but it feels surreal. They are doing the best they can for her, and her parents are looking to take her to the specialist who knows melanoma in children best, but... yeah. Sucks. Nobody, much less a 4 year old, should have to go through this. Anyway- there you have it. I don't remotely know how to deal with something as fucked as this, I don't know what'll happen next, and there's nothing any of us can do, 'cept hope for the best. Assume I'm feeling twitchy about talking about this, assume I don't know much anyway.

A crane collapsed downtown a few minutes after 1 today near the corner of Boylston and Charles Globe Story thus far
I heard the BOOOM with Robin as we stepped out for our stroll, but was on the far side of the park. It sounded like someone threw something heavy into an empty dumpster. But louder. And really, I didn't even consider what it might have been until we rounded towards that side of the park and saw the knot of people and emergency vehicles. We go past that spot, but still insulated by at least 10-20 yards of road, trees, and park even then.
I've heard nothing but non-stop sirens and helicopters, even from my insulated office an hour later.
This instance of near-me-but-not-me fatality makes me thankful to be alive. I wish you all good health.

Just found out Tansey, Shannon Young, died from Hep. Didn't even know she was sick.

I feel like I have a combination of Alexander's Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day and Fred Durst- ("Break Stuff" came to mind).. however, I find this hard to maintain after I started drinking my coffee and having breakfast and putting the compilation disk in that I made 2 weekends ago. Goddamnit! Why can't I maintain a bad mood?! wink

Why you ask?
I woke up after having a dream in which my homeless friend, Bob, died. He's not here for the second day in a row, so that just adds fuel to the fire.

I checked online for voting results before coming in to work. Prelims say that Lexington defeated the tax override- So, while it might turn out OK, doubtful. Less money to school, library, emergency workers, etc. Tightwad Lexington.

Well, must finish breakfast and get to the worky bit of the day. I have a lot to do today.