It’s been an eventful week. In some ways, it’s been devastating. In some ways, it’s been one of the best weeks ever. And some of the time I couldn’t even decide which was which. So rather than clump them by “good” and “bad,” here’s a list of the week’s significant events in chronological order.

• I learned that I do not have an under-active thyroid, Lyme disease, diabetes, or any of the standard auto-immune diseases. Excellent news, of course, but not very enlightening.
• My brother got his heart broken and broke mine right along with it.
• My best friend had a miscarriage.
• I traveled half-way across the country and saw an uncle, aunt, and cousins for the first time in far too many years (and got a tour of the Adobe building in San Jose).
• I presented at a national conference for the first time.
• I basked in the company of friends I only get to see for a few days every year, then did that some more, and then did that even more. How could anyone get tired of that?

No wonder I’m beat. Even after two mini-naps today, there are no reserves left to get me through a night of being sociable. So now I’m curling up in the silence, soaking it into myself, wrapping myself in it, and preparing for whatever tomorrow might bring. In the best of all possible worlds, tomorrow will include more friends, a more cooperative heart rhythm, more energy, and even more time to hang out with friends. But really, I’d settle for just the “more time with friends” part.