Time marches on. One year ago today, someone broke into our house. It was unpleasant, of course, but eventually you say ‘screw those jerks’ and move on.

The burglary was the third strike in 10 weeks: Mer’s car wreck, Lucky’s death, then, the burglary. Difficult times for us, though we know people who suffered far worse. And, the old makes way for the new: Mer inherited a car; we met Luke; and we got some nice security doors. The thieves are certainly no better off than they were a year ago, when their pathetic lives plowed into ours. Jerks.