Brother texts that he just woke up (2am) and puked. So I’m at his beck and call. Asked me to go to other family’s room to get medication to bring back to him. In my pajamas. And my bonnet. Drop off meds. Back to my room. 2:15am: find out through social media and a company email that a flight attendant/instructid colleague of mine passed away. Ooof. This feels heavy. Cue messaging the friends who knew her to check on them. 2:45am: I’m almost winded down and ready for bed. (2/4)