From Megan's birthday party on Saturday being marred by a possible uterine infection of their possibly pregnant dog (she's fine) to just now being told the identity of the person killed on the Highway this morning, I'm feeling a little bit...something.

The danger of a small town is that when someone dies, there's a fair chance that you know him. In this case, I really liked him, too. There was a point when I talked to him daily for work-related items and I was very sad to see him leave the university, even if it was better for his career and he only went 8 miles away. I sent him a gift basket when he changed jobs because I wanted him to know how much I appreciated the opportunity to work with him. I've only seen him twice since he left, very briefly at the ribbon cutting for the project we worked on and once at the gas station. It just seems to be such a waste of a good person to be killed in something as cliche as a car accident. He had a good soul and the world is missing his presence. It's snowing again and it seems like it should be raining. Too sad and my eyes are leaking.