I've got nothing...

I was all ready to write some tongue-in-cheek bitchfest about my meeting this weekend- the travel hassles and the meeting itself and the frustration of being in a beautiful resort location with no chance to enjoy either the resort or the spa...

Then I read Danny's post about how death shouldn't belong to children.  And I felt like I should be so damned happy to come home to the Daughter and Elder Son trying to beat each other up, happy to have the Younger Son refusing to eat dinner (insisting instead that I should stop cooking said dinner and just open up some yogurt, already!), just happy that I've dodged the "dying young" conversation thus far.

It sucks when a child dies.  And there's nothing eloquent or humorous or deep that I can come up with in light of that.