Bomb shell. What is it about Tuesdays?

My cousin, Jordy, undoubtedly my favorite, closest cousin, was in a car wreck a couple of days ago.

Ten percent of his basketball-player’s lungs, gone. Surgery on his legs on Thursday. A concussion.

I can only imagine the state my aunt and ex-uncle are in. I may have to secure a calling card to call my aunt to get more medical details my mother can’t relate.

I think I need to go for a run now.