Something happened, in a "nothing really happened but I feel kind of gobsmacked" kind of way.
And then something, for real, happened, something that isn't about me or my love life at all, and now I can't write about the first thing because, really, how selfish can I be?
Someone I knew died. She was young, vibrant, incandescently happy, and she was in a car accident on Saturday night and now she's dead.
I feel like I need to make a new tag for "death." There's been an unusual amount of that here, lately.