This feels like just another thing. My boss was off today, and will be gone on Monday, because of ongoing problems with his son. Apparently the young man (27) is now in a homeless shelter. He refuses to either stay on his meds or not mix his meds with pot (I'm not sure which) and consequently physically threatened his mother. This caused my boss to throw his son out of the house. They have a family counseling session on Monday.
My art director is on the phone off and on all day, every day, with her siblings as they plan for their recently-deceased mother's memorial service and work through their father's new and inappropriate fondness for another woman.
It isn't that I don't think my boss and coworker aren't handling their travails well. It's that, with open seating, we sit on top of one another. The sadness can be oppressive.
I'm happy for the weekend.