Oh, life is like that. Sometimes, at the height of our revelries, when our joy is at it's zenith, when all is most right with the world, the most unthinkable disasters decend upon us.
Still recovering from the wedding.
All is most right with the world.
Except for the upper respiratory virus working its way through the extended family.
And the dog who ran away on Tuesday who still has not returned. This does not look good.