Then, someone shows up with "Raket" ice-pops and life is good for a moment.
Next, I hear that grandpa had a light heart-attack in the middle of the night.
A bit later, I get a call from head-office that I might be working in Brussels 2 days a week for the next three months, which I think is niiiice.
And now I'm waiting for the next bit of bad news to hit me. The day is far from over.
P.S. damanique and jonesybunny, tonight 9.50 pm we're gonna see Iron Man at the Buitenhof in The Hague. Haven't booked yet, I have a sneaking suspicion that Roomie Rick has an early shift and might want to tag along.