I'm finally starting to recover from one of the toughest weeks ever. We started off last Friday with a trip to Las Vegas to celebrate my brother's 30th birthday. We had a blast -- until my dad called to tell us that our grandpa had passed away. Then our flight home was delayed 5 hours, so instead of coming home at 8pm, we landed at 1am. It took an hour to get a cab (our local airport is kind of stupid that way) so I got a whole 3 hours of sleep before work Monday. Then we had the viewing Wednesday and funeral on Thursday. I'm also fighting some sort of sinus thing, and just feel completely drained, physically and emotionally. When it rains, it pours, huh?