Wednesday night we got a call from the security company. The alarm in the garage had gone off. The b'a'stards had broken in through the side garage door. Apparently the ladder and other things stored agaionst it slowed them down a bit and it doesn't look like they made it into the house.

Nonetheless we knew we would not relax on the rest of the vacation. So we arranged the earliest flight back we could. The worst flight I have ever been on. I'll spare you the details, but it pretty much sucked.

I no longer believe in karma. I can not imagine what awful thing we have done to deserve the recent round of crud in our lives. I will continue to do the right thing because it's the right thing. And I'll try to accept sh'i't happens.

V.