Bad day

No, today is not Friday the 13th, but it feels like. I left my home for purchasing garden utensils. Unfortunately, the things I needed were already sold out. Even more tragic: I met my old violin teacher in the shop. For almost ten years I had to play in his orchestra. I did not like it at all. But it even gets better: Afterwards I had to attend a funeral. One of our neighbors had died of cancer. Another neighbor wanted to ride along with me. A few minutes before our planned departure she cancelled, because she had to wait for the Vet. Our mail carrier had overrun her dog. While he delivered some parcels, the dog had come outside and lay down behind the mail van. This dog was rather old and, unfortunately, deaf. It did not hear the starting of the engine and, because of this, did not run away. The dog was in poor condition, so I went to the funeral alone. I had plenty of time, so I wanted to see  another garden centre, only to discover that this one had been demolished the day before.  During the funeral, another neighbor, an old friend of the departed, had to be brought to the hospital, because he showed signs of a heart attack. The weather changed from clouded to downpoor.  Completely soaked I arrived at home. Meanwhile the dog had died and my friend was on the brink of a nervous breakdown, because it had belonged to her father in law, who had died the year before. Her mother in law, who was utterly attached to the animal,  had already left when the mail carrier had overrun it.Thankfully I did not ask her about the dog, or we would have had another emergency. Now I am nursing one hell of a cold and a headache of epic proportions. Not my day at all.