Too much weirdness.
Yesterday Montreal’s oldest and youngest stars were snuffed. What with the passing of Grand Antonio and the car-crash/death of Caillou. I remember Grand Antonio as he was often hired to perform at my local Italian church during parades and such. I saw him pull a bus full of people and gulp down two dozen raw eggs 
Caillou, or rather, the 17-year old girl who provided his english voice, went head-on with another car yesterday morning. She and another 17 year old quebec star were killed.
This morning, my mother calls to tell me she had a nightmare in which I told her I was becoming a priest and she begged me not to. She was so agitated by her dream that she kept trashing about until my dad woke her up. Weird and funny.
And at work today, an employee, only 26 years old, passed away while working out at her gym (not the Standard Life gym, one in which she was signed-up to). Wow.
There’ve been a lot of such strange deaths recently, not the least of which has been my brother-in-law’s mother on thursday. There are others but I’ll say no more.
Life. You just have to appreciate every moment. Truly appreciate every moment. It can go by so quickly.
Back to your regularly scheduled programming.