The Week Of March Sixth
Have you ever read the book "Good News, Bad News" by Jeff Mack? It's really good. It's about a perpetually optimistic rabbit who plans a picnic with his pessimistic friend, Mouse, and the whole story is told with only the words "good news" and "bad news." The rabbit keeps finding the positives in every situation and then the mouse keeps dishing out negatives. That was my life last week. I was the rabbit and Life was the mouse.
Good news. Malcolm threw up early Saturday morning. This left plenty of time for him to recover over the weekend so Shawn and I wouldn't have to take time off work Monday.
Bad news. Shawn, Nevin and Scarlett started on Sunday night.
Good news. I was scheduled to leave at 5:30am Monday morning for work related road trip. Sayonara, sickies! Good luck with that!
Bad news. It struck me Monday night. While I was sharing a room with relative strangers.
Good news. I took the train for my trip. Even if I was exhausted, I didn't have to drive 7 hours to get home. Lap of luxury.
Bad news. A wind storm hit. Our train hit a few trees, and took out its headlights - no biggie since it was daytime. Then a giant tree took out power lines beside the track. Delays. We missed our connection. Ultimately, we took a four hour taxi ride to get home.
Good news. By the time I got home, Shawn had recovered, disinfected everything and it was like nothing had ever happened.
Bad news. Just when I thought everything was back to normal, my belly played cruel tricks on me.
We started calling it The Week Of March Sixth because every monster deserves a wicked name. Good news: it is now the week of March 13th, and as creatures of the weekly variety always do, The Week Of March Sixth has gone back to bed. (Which is also were you'll find us).