Pop Goes The Weasel

There's always a flurry of activity going on... it's mind-boggling.  With every minute, shit changes, and pretty radically.  I feel like it's been one thing after another... and that my life is filled with so much drama.  Listing every day activities and changes doesn't help that much.  In the last couple of days, my massage career has gone up in smoke, Julie's dog fell and hit his head and died instantly, there's a bunch of activity on my Dad's house, a friend of mine's mother is in the hospital... it's just a steady influx of change and information.  How does our head not combust?  We endure a lot of shit in our lives.  Does it ever end?