Last night while I slept, someone broke into* my house, stole my bag and stole my car.
It was rather disorienting going outside this morning to an empty driveway. I think I've got over the fact that the car is gone - not lorst, but gorn before - but I keep wandering around the house looking for my bag. I think looking for my bag is preventing me from thinking about the fact that someone was in my house while I slept.
I'm sitting here waiting for the police, not touching anything on The Antiquer's advice, and biting my nails, so I thought I might as well blog about it. It is all, as they say, grist for the mill.
*When I say 'broke into' I mean they came in through my bedroom window, which was the only portal open and unlocked in the entire house. I know, I know. I guess my fetish for fresh air is going to have to come to a screaming halt.