Sad News

Tuesday night was almost wonderful. Almost.
We'd gone to dinner with some great friends, and then had plans to have friends over to hang out afterward. It was going to be a peaceful, warm evening with great food and conversation. I love nights like that. Not only was I robbed of my great evening--I was robbed.

Stephen and I hurried home from dinner to make sure we got there before anyone else. As we walked into the front door, our joy quickly fell as we saw what we thought was the oven door having exploded. I quickly racked my brain to think if I'd left anything in the oven, but as we moved forward we saw that the kitchen window had been shattered with a large rock, which had continued on and shattered our oven door, and chipped our floor. Oh, and the back door was bashed in, but we didn't notice that until today.

The tally of missing things has surpassed our deductible (which was high, but I don't want to post that here), so we will still be making a claim. Especially for the fixing of all the glass, tile and cracked wood that is around us.

Our bedroom was turned upside down. It was sickening. What made me really mad is that I'd just cleaned it. Clothes that I'd just put away before going to dinner were back in the basket, unfolded, as the person dug through the drawers. Thinking of it makes me ill, but I'm glad that we weren't home. At first, I'd wished I'd been home--thinking that it would have deterred them. But our neighbors were hit, too, and one of them was home. The theives still made off with her wallet and keys.

So, that's our update. I have nothing witty to add