The week ate me
The week caught up with me last night--I crashed and burned between 8 and 8:30, which means I missed the Thursday night line-up...
But there's part of me that's glad about that because I woke up at three this morning with the thunder thundering and the rain crashing down in buckets, and I was so awake that I ended up staying up and finishing the rest of the laundry and putting clothes away.
Whenever it rains hard, I still stand at the top of the basement stairs with my heart hammering, holding my breath, before I switch on the light, praying wildly that I don't find a flood down there. So I did that this morning, and saw that the basement was mercifully dry, deliriously dry, and that was very happy-making because facing a flood is bad enough, but facing a flood at 3 in the morning would just be...no.
Everything outside is surreally green from this rain. The oak out front has leafed out, and I was noticing yesterday that having that tree just outside the window was like having an office in the treetops, and that was such a lovely thought that it got me through the rest of the day.
But anyway...it's pouring out there still, of course, and getting cooler rather than warmer, which means that commuting to work this morning is going to be all kinds of meh, but it's Friday, and I've done so much overtime this week that I can work from about 8:30 to 3 and still have 15 minutes of overtime pay coming to me.
It's a rotten day for an elaborate funeral, but they're doing it for Sgt. Liczbinski today, with a caisson and about a million cops and everything...Dirty Old I-95 will be shut down for 15 miles for the funeral procession, from Vine Street north to Bensalem.
I'm glad they caught the last guy involved in this shooting, because maybe now the cops will stand down a bit.
I know that they were torqued, and I don't think that's totally unreasonable--a cop killer running loose doesn't make anyone feel really comfortable. But I haven't felt really happy about anyone I know and love being in Philadelphia for the past week, because when you not only have to feel wary about who is running around on the street but also a whole battalion of police officers on adrenaline and anger fueled overdrive, it just makes things feel twice as scary.
So the last shooter has been arraigned this morning, and they'll lay Sgt. Liczbinski to rest this afternoon, and maybe now we can all breathe a little easier....
And maybe the tension will wash away with the rain.
But there's part of me that's glad about that because I woke up at three this morning with the thunder thundering and the rain crashing down in buckets, and I was so awake that I ended up staying up and finishing the rest of the laundry and putting clothes away.
Whenever it rains hard, I still stand at the top of the basement stairs with my heart hammering, holding my breath, before I switch on the light, praying wildly that I don't find a flood down there. So I did that this morning, and saw that the basement was mercifully dry, deliriously dry, and that was very happy-making because facing a flood is bad enough, but facing a flood at 3 in the morning would just be...no.
Everything outside is surreally green from this rain. The oak out front has leafed out, and I was noticing yesterday that having that tree just outside the window was like having an office in the treetops, and that was such a lovely thought that it got me through the rest of the day.
But anyway...it's pouring out there still, of course, and getting cooler rather than warmer, which means that commuting to work this morning is going to be all kinds of meh, but it's Friday, and I've done so much overtime this week that I can work from about 8:30 to 3 and still have 15 minutes of overtime pay coming to me.
It's a rotten day for an elaborate funeral, but they're doing it for Sgt. Liczbinski today, with a caisson and about a million cops and everything...Dirty Old I-95 will be shut down for 15 miles for the funeral procession, from Vine Street north to Bensalem.
I'm glad they caught the last guy involved in this shooting, because maybe now the cops will stand down a bit.
I know that they were torqued, and I don't think that's totally unreasonable--a cop killer running loose doesn't make anyone feel really comfortable. But I haven't felt really happy about anyone I know and love being in Philadelphia for the past week, because when you not only have to feel wary about who is running around on the street but also a whole battalion of police officers on adrenaline and anger fueled overdrive, it just makes things feel twice as scary.
So the last shooter has been arraigned this morning, and they'll lay Sgt. Liczbinski to rest this afternoon, and maybe now we can all breathe a little easier....
And maybe the tension will wash away with the rain.