Blue Monday.

Did I say Blue Monday? I meant Black Monday. Yes, Monday was black.

Right now I'm working on a project for a deceased pet care facility. I mean why. There are not one but two cremation furnaces so this must be a pretty high volume endeavor. Which is fine. I can see the value in handling the disposal needs and all. I don't really understand the casket display room... Or the third floor "future loft" space which will presumably be a place for someone to live. Again, why.

So I'm drawing away for the building of smoldering death when Tempel informs me that Puffball the hamster has died. "He died of being paralyzed." Eww. No, he's just um stiff. Poor little guy. He was trying to climb up the tube one last time to get to his sky box perch and seems to have just petered out in the process. His stiff little body half in half out of the tube. And let me tell you, extracting the body for the burial was no easy task. We're planning a lovely memorial service for later today complete with burial. The grave site will have to be somewhere out of Brewster's digging capactiy. I was thinking the trash can but Scott is thinking no. He looked at me like I had just lost my soul, "No man is pudding!" He likes to randomly reference Weeds. Are you watching Weeds on Showtime? Anyway, we'll be sending little Puffer off to that big land of Martin Luther King Jr. later today.

And then my mother stopped by after work to let me know that the pool at her apartment was closed. It is closed due to, hmm how should I say it... defenestration.

defenestration (dē-fĕn'ĭ-strā'shun) n. An act of throwing someone or something out of a window.

Say wha? Yes, apparently on Saturday there was a woman who felt she had no reason to go on in this life. That she was just pudding. So she decided to go to the 14th floor balcony and she jumped. The worst part, aside from her being dead, is that she fell on the pool deck in the middle of some kid's birthday party. Can you imagine? I can't. I've tried and I can't. I have tried to picture my kids swimming, me doing the occasional headcount, enforcing the no water gun in the eye rule, handing out juice boxes and then BAM! Nope. Just can't get my head around it.

So if they have to close the YMCA pool to shock it when a kid has an enema experience with the fountains shooting out of the ground, what in the world do they have to do for brain matter? Black Monday indeed.