I don't know why, but I had a premonition my favorite coworker's husband, who has been suffering an excruciating, drawn-out death from multiple myeloma, would die around the time of my cousin's wedding in D.C.  I understand that the two are unrelated in anyone's life and mind but mine, but still it presents me with a dilemma. 

Of course I'll go to D.C.  It's family.  But it means I won't get to pay my respects to my beloved colleague in person.  It's not a small thing at a time like this to be there in person, and it does sadden me that I can't be. 

But I'm definitely looking forward to this family gathering.  My mother will be at the wedding as well, and, in fact, will be celebrating her 65th the day of.  It will be the first time in memory that my brothers and I will all be someplace other than home at the same time. They've left the girls back in Indiana, and brought a son each.  I expect it'll be a rated G, UPN sitcom version of The Hangover.

I won't be liveblogging it, though. 

So see ya Tuesday.