the week that earned a photo-essay

It's been an awful week this week. 

It's also been one of the best I can remember.

I have cried and laughed harder than I had in a while.

I have hardly slept.

I have eaten way too much.

I went out nearly every night because I needed to be around people I love more than usual.

Monday: French class with Bex (that's Guy in the background. He's not our French teacher).

Tuesday: music with Jerry (music not pictured).

Wednesday: Young Galaxy and Malajube with Jo, Cassie, and Eric. Earlier that day I got some very bad news.

Thursday: Most Serene Republic and The Meligrove Band with Jo and les boys (pictured: Mike)

Friday: game night at the Scowcroft residence:

Saturday was a big one: market breakfast, dogwalking, and Bob Dylan at the Aud. Really kind of a perfect day.

Sunday: switch gears. pack. fly to Victoria. The bad news I received on Wednesday is waiting for me there. But I've got a back catalogue of good feelings to bring with me through the deserved and inevitable family grief of losing someone unexpectedly, unfairly, and despite the miracles of modern medicine. 

Dear Brian: you were a harbour.