grrr

There is another spot of health bullshit (and I hope it's just that, misery that amounts to nothing more than a 24-hour stomach bug) going on amongst what counts as family around here and it better not lead to a hospitalization (and it might) or the next stage of this shit is going to be anger.

iceland

If you know me, you know I love end of the world movies. You know I love movies (and stories) about worlds dying, about people in the slide of it. You know, that over the last couple of years -- maybe it's Katrina, maybe it's our president, maybe it's being happy, maybe it's just being older -- all that stuff has gotten harder for me to look at, fiction though it may be.

Which is why these excerpts collected by insomnia from stelpa's journal are utterly, completely shocking in their familiarity and completely, totally, freaking me out.

http://insomnia.livejournal.com/834697.html

Voice Post

robbed

Briefly.

Our house was robbed. Gone is jewlery, electronics, etc.

In many ways we were very lucky.

We're both fine and safe. The cats are fine. Patty had her laptop with her. And they missed a few not insignificant things. Some of the things they did take are one of a kind items, easy to track if they end up on Ebay.

I'm now back at work finishing work. Patty is waiting for the evidence collection squad (we already talked to the cops and the detectives).

We'll stay at my mother's tonight and get window guards installed tomorrow which is a financial hit I can't even make myself think about right now.

I'm some mix of sad and angry and in shock and trying not to feel guilty or weird. I'm doing pretty good. Patty's coping (she's the one that came home to find it) really great.

But after a week like this, it's hard not to wonder what I did to deserve this.

Patty says we'll have a streak of good luck now.

If nothing else, we're now forced to clean the bedroom once and for all.