Monday morning I woke to the news that my cousin Angie had died. She’d been battling cancer for a number of years, and lost her husband suddenly and unexpectedly earlier this year. Although the family is finding some peace knowing that her suffering is over, it’s still a hard blow. She leaves behind two teenage sons, a sister who adored her, and her parents. She left us far too young.
I spent Monday hanging out with Dad, running errands and such. Then the whole bunch of us; Dad, Billie, JR, Chelsea, and I went out for dinner. JR diagnosed a problem with my car stereo. I thought I had a blown speaker…but it looks like it might be the stereo itself. *sigh* Sure, first day of a road trip and my car stereo goes wonky.
Oh, and another thing that happened…the Foo Fighter’s announced their St. Louis gig. Sept 17. Tickets go on fan pre-sale tomorrow. My enthusiasm was somewhat muted from the sad news of the morning, but I’ll order my tickets tomorrow. Yes, I can’t pass up seeing the boys one more time in my home town.
Anyway…that was Monday, such as it was.
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