The pipes did not freeze, the car ran, no bones were broken.
But the weekend was rife with small, horrible snafus and glitches. The humidifier blew the electrical circuit in the kitchen. We got halfway to a birthday party with no directions, and no way of getting them. We arrived up at a museum 45 minutes before it closed (why this happened is another story).
I kept thinking it is a bad patch, it will get better.
But it did not. Appliances broke, things were misplaced and then lost. A child who had been calm and cheerful suddenly became weepy and glum. Flying insects re-appeared in the pantry. I massacred them.
Sunday evening, when sleep finally came, was joy.