I went to sleep last night in a great mood: hung out with friends, full of awesome beer and pizza, having watched a kick-ass episode of Battlestar Galactica, my best friend had just become a great-aunt when her niece gave birth. Nothing but good.
I woke up, hungover, to a text message that my aunt was in the hospital awaiting emergency surgery. That’s not a good way to wake up.
Hoping for the best.