Sorry to hear about people's losses this week. If you're spiritual, I suppose you can take some comfort that your friends are in a better place waiting for you to get there and join them for a cold one. If you're not religious, then you can remember the good times you had together and think about how they made life better for you.
My running week was a funny one. I took Monday off to make sure I was fully recovered from the cold/flu that knocked me out the previous week, and took a couple other days off (cross trained on the bike) to encourage my foot to get better.
I ran a lacklustre 5k on Sunday, but I'm OK with that because I should have expected a lacklustre result. Still, it was fun to run (almost) fast. There are too few racing opportunitites here in the winter, especially road races.
The high point of my week came yesterday when my son played his guitar for me a bit. He's been working hard to master the solo guitar parts from Dire Straits' Telegraph Road, and he's got a good chunk of it almost mastered. It put a great big smile on my face. He's working on it because he knows I'd like him to. It's rare these days (he's 14) he'll do anything that he thinks I want him to do, so this is great.
After he gets this one perfected, next project will be Sultans of Swing. If he gets that pretty good, I dare say I'll be obliged to get him an electric guitar.