Jun 13, 2008 07:53
Matt laughed at me and said I watch too many movies as he left for work. I can hear the trumpet player who lives next door whistling as he gets into his car.
I' ve arranged to work from home. I hope it's nothing, but I really can't shake the feeling that outside is not a safe place to be.
The dogs are kind of nuts, I'm giving Maggie half a tranquilizer to make her stop yapping. Jack? Jack is STILL growling and they won't go outside. I've opened the crawl spaces into the attic and under the house. From the attic one I can get to the garage, I pulled my car into the garage just after Matt left.
The neighborhood is really quiet, and the news reports online are of burning and strange illness.
Matt is an idiot for going to work.
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