Sunday night, Monday morning blues

It’s Mon­day.

And maybe that’s why things that were sup­posed to have affected me a while ago are only doing so now.

My fam­ily and I haven’t had a very pleas­ant Chi­nese New Year. First up, on the eve, I drove my mother and a bag of oranges and CNY cook­ies to my Granduncle’s. I reminded my mother to call ahead to make sure they were home even though she kept say­ing ‘they sure home one lah’.

So she called ahead, and an aunt answered, and said Grandun­cle passed away that morn­ing. Bum­mer. U-Turn go home.

Then my mother hosted a din­ner on the sec­ond day of new year’s, and had received a phone call from a fam­ily friend a few days before that, say­ing he wouldn’t be able to make it because he was in hos­pi­tal. He passed away on New Year’s Eve as well.

Or maybe it’s just too darn hot.