I'm getting used to the floor

I am cranky and my life is a butt, in case you were wondering.

Tomorrow I go to the doctor for my first checkup in, I don't know, 25 years? Maybe while I'm there he can tell me why I have no voice for five days.

Friday, I'll spend my fourth day in a funeral home in three weeks. The most amazing part of this is that I've experienced what it's like to lose someone who was sick and about the right age for dying (although I could have used another 20 or so years), and *now* I get to have the angry experience of losing someone who was 20 years younger than that, totally healthy and hit by a speeding cop car. Cop car. My favorite part of this has to be the news reports. Especially the ones that get all the facts wrong, like instead of saying, "Police are investigating whether the officer had lights and sirens on," say, "Police are investigating why the victim didn't see the lights and sirens." Oh. Yeah.

PS, If you're looking for a quick exit from this world and you know me, think about a trip to Florida. I can't keep a loved one down there breathing. Which must mean it's overtaken Colorado as my favored Seat of All Evil.