Bad day for the mails
I received two pieces of postal mail on Saturday. One was an EOB from my health insurance company informing me that the flu shot my employer assured me was $0 will, in fact, be $45. Guess who's getting my bill (if you guess "my employer," you're spot-on!)? The other was my Macalester Today which, in addition to many interesting things, informed me that Patrick Saunders died in September.
Then, after I got home from fayde's super-awesome birthday party Saturday afternoon, I found a voicemail from my mother, telling me that Great-Uncle Henry had died.
Sometimes, it does not pay to stay connected to the outside world.