This week was not comically bad. Well there was a little bit of comically bad from the next door neighbors. They are as usual, entertaining to observe. Husband spent the weekend with a woman friend (no, she is not interested in him that way, but I think he wishes), wife in the hospital for a fever AGAIN, but this time, no ambulance. She may have maxed her annual uses last month alone. You factor the crack house explosions with the ambulance calls next door, and I think that's what keep our Fire Department in Business. We don't have a police department anymore.
Also the young man next door, once again thinks that as a child he was implanted with eggs and he is having babies. He is really obsessed with thinking that he is pregnant. I know, it's not normal, but what in my life is?
The bad was that a very dear cousin of mine was diagnosed with very serious form of cancer. I hate cancer. We don't have much of it in our family fortunately, so I don't have a lot of first hand family experience with it. But I have had friends and an ex husband with. The good is that we have some of the best Doctors and treatment here in Cleveland. He's going to a Cleveland Clinic facility. Oncology is very good and very advanced here. We don't know all the details yet, but it will be a long road.
So Life on Mars is complicated as usual. What else would you expect?