God, that's awful. What a horrific thing to have happen.

Oh David, that is just a spectacularly bad sequence of events. Ick. It is a good thing to have the balance of the love and joy of your family.

David I am so sorry.

Was it here I posted about my meltdown over not being able to find the key to my safe?

I remember that, msbelle—did you find it?

MAC HAD TAKEN THEM! THEY WERE ON HIS KEYRING!!!

While he was having a hissy fit last night after being a TOTAL JERK at my parent's house on Christmas, I got into his room while he was out and found his keyring to get his car key and THERE THEY WERE.

FUCKER!!

I bet he did not even know what the keys were to, just found them and took them when he was mad at me.

Aw, geez! Well I'm glad you got them back!

Oh, God. I only just saw David's update, due to today having been my day of back to work and a therapy session punctuated with my baby brother (the one with multiple myeloma, out in Portland, OR for his first trip outside the Tristate area since his diagnosis) getting hauled to a walk-in clinic for a lingering cough that is of course pneumonia. So David very kindly didn't tell me, but now I am reading it and I just want to throw up with rage and horror. Which will help no one, really, so I need to button that shit down and just not; but, still, queasy and aghast.

Also, missing Emmett and his boisterosity, and bummed about the whole going back to work again tomorrow thing. Also also, just realized that although I had a huge mug of coffee first thing in the morning, the coffee people at work never got around to replenishing the carafes so I missed second coffee, and now I am feeling all the tired that ever was.

Holy crap, David, that's awful. How bizarre -- it would be a funny story someday but right now it's just terrible.

Mac, stop being a tool.

As for me, I slept in and walked the dog and went climbing and bought dog food and got the beast a stuffed hedgehog which she adores, and I have a batch of croissant dough chilling in the fridge. Now I'm watching some of the holiday Bake Off episodes.

To add to the mood, FauxSon came over tonight for a Christmas visit. He's depressed because his marriage is slowly crumbling but not quite fast enough because his wife keeps saying she wants out but then says she doesn't. He's got nearly grown kids heading off to their own lives and his job is in "Will I have a job in six months?" chaos. Plus my beloved was one of his primary friends, and our friend who died a few months ago was his other primary friend. Our circle is pretty much wiped out, and he works too many hours to really get out and do things. I didn't tell him about my eye, because he consoles himself with thinking I'm fairly healthy and he worries. Hopefully some good things will get resolved his way.