Today in Jacksonville: 95F and thunderstorms
Seattle: 57F and a mix of sun & clouds.
Guess where I want to be Right Now?
(Somewhat related: why does Monday have to be one of those non-holiday holidays??)
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Today in Jacksonville: 95F and thunderstorms
Seattle: 57F and a mix of sun & clouds.
Guess where I want to be Right Now?
(Somewhat related: why does Monday have to be one of those non-holiday holidays??)
I'm fine. After I finally fell back to sleep, I slept until about a half hour ago. There's no damage outside, except what appears to be a fuzzy shoe print. Inside, part of the door casing is splintered and the molding popped off.
OTOH? Micro Pigs!
Cripes, Ginger.
Glad you're okay, Ginger! But, crikey, you poor woman - v. scary! Lots of doggie treats for Mr Peabody! Did you call the police?
Ginger, I'm glad to read that you're ok, and I agree with others who think you should let the police know what happened.
Bonny, I'm so sorry for your loss, tons of ~ma to the family, especially the daughter.
I called them this morning. By the time my brain recovered from WTF and "I must barricade the doors now," he was long gone. My Ambien-addled brain was not working well.
According to the crime-mapping website [link] linked to from my police department's website, there have been four other recent attempts to break down doors at 2-4 a.m. within a half mile of here.
Bah. According to the material I received from my doctor about the procedure I had, this is about the point where I'm supposed to be doing some sort of emotional lambada. I was so sure that armed with the knowledge, I'd be able to avoid it, or at least, minimize its effects.
NSM.
I'm in want to curl up in a ball and tell the world to go away mode.
Which pisses me off because really, I've got it good. No reason for me to feel this way.
Bah.
{{{{{Barb}}}}} I'm sorry. I know what it feels like to feel awful for no good reason, and I hope it passes quickly.
Blah, I hope it passes quickly. That feeling isn't a good one.