A post in which I stop and think

I drug into work, sleepy this morning as usual for a Monday. I took some Ibuprofen, but they really don’t do shit for sleepy.

We found out mid-morning that the husband of one of the women who works here was killed in a car accident this morning. They have three kids, fortunately not little kids, but still. It makes you stop and think about what is really important. I can’t imagine how you recover from that. You get up, get ready, go to work, and then find out two hours later that your spouse, your life partner, the father of your children is gone. Just like that. Geez. I feel so bad for her, and I feel bad that there really isn’t a damn thing I can do to help her.