A family friend died suddenly this past week -- she was only 59. She worked with my dad years ago and our families became quite close. I remember many weekends spent at their house when we were growing up.
In addition, allergies are hitting out household pretty hard and the lingering summer heat is feeling harsh after the reprieve we had earlier in the week.
This weekend (other than attending a wake, which is never good) we are attempting a little home DIY to repair some water damage in the front hall ceiling. I'm thinking that a margarita will be in order this evening. Wouldn't you say?