Ping! I looked at my email this morning to find out that our friend R. is in hospital and will probably not come out.
I have been without my laptop for one week and it's still not repaired. V. came home with it from the Genius Bar at the Apple store, I turned it on and the problem persists. My son says that my 16-month-old computer is fried.
V. came back from our accountant with news about our income tax. The news is not good.
These are the least bad bits of a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I am grateful that this day is over.