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[kyburg]

That about covers it.

Slept like the dead last night - that whole thing about invasion of my personal space? I guess I had enough of that growing up that I cope with not much more than a shrug. Dude, nobody gets any more of me than I want to give 'em. Space, stuff, whatever. Slept like the dead. I was pooped.

No, we didn't lose enough to make the deductible. No payout from insurance. No surprise.

Yes, I am taking some additional steps - like rekeying the house, even though I have no reason to think any of the house keys are missing. I'm also going to hide a key someplace I can find it without breaking into the house when I lock myself out. I knew how easy it was to get into the house - and part of it was because I needed it that easy to get into without a key because I'm a dork.

I think I know exactly what is missing. If I find other things gone, they're gone. Vaya con Dios, all that jazz.

It's just stuff. And nobody got hurt or died - the cats didn't even get out.

It's my karma, and it was good karma. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Comments

[riverheart.livejournal.com]

I'm glad it wasn't much worse than a sense of violation (though that is awful; beentheredonethat) I'm glad that perhaps most important of all, you and yours remain intact.

[kyburg.livejournal.com]

As I said, it's baby poo compared to the things I've been asked to manage that couldn't be changed or averted. It's stuff - and there really is something liberating about knowing you can do without your stuff and still be you, yanno?