Had a lovely and delicious pizza party with last night, and fell sound asleep after she left. But then at 4 AM, some guy knocked on our bedroom window. He was either drunk, drugged, or deranged — or a combination thereof. Anyway, two squad cars circled the block and the alley for the next 30-40 minutes, shining their spotlights alongside the house, but it didn’t seem like they came up with anything.
Needless to say, Karsten and I were both a little wound up, and we’re not feeling very well rested this morning.
I just sent a message to my coworkers to let them know I’m coming in, but I’m moving a little slowly this morning and will be in late.
Sheesh. Like I need something else to worry about.