I don't usually post about these things, but I cannot help to think about the tragedy that this woman's life has been. Regardless of the fact that she may have been bent on shooting herself in the foot at every given opportunity, I think that this is really sad. First the son, now her, and she leaves an orphaned little girl whose paternity is still contested.
Sad. Really sad.
And in totally unrelated news, my butt officially hurts.
(And get your mind out of the gutter! This is the result of three weeks of sitting around in planes, hospitals, offices, and assorted places, and not having a chance to go to the gym.)
Tomorrow, I am sooooo hitting the elliptical!
Also, as you may have surmised by now, ballistabob and I will not be making it to Ymir. My poor sweetie pie is still hurting and in no shape to go anywhere. I am just hoping that this is nothing more than a really bad pulled back muscle.
So elizabethnmafia and argentlion, we will not be there for your Investiture, but will be with you in spirit. We are sure that you will be worthy succesors to Maddalena and Geoffrey.
And now, back to the Salt Mines.
A longer post later.