Yesterday was...interesting.
I was sleeping soundly at 1PM, when I hear a beeping that I'm realizing is the smoke detector, just as I'm hearing loud pounding on my door. I threw on a robe and shuffle out to open it, whereupon a policeman tells me to put on shoes and get out, now! So I do, being assured that we will be returning shortly, because again, in a bathrobe, underpants, and a pair of flipflops.
We were not back shortly. I was outside, sitting in a grassy median area, for nearly three hours while the police, firedepartmen, hazmat crew, and bomb squad were called to my apartment building, for a "suspicious vehicle." Apparently a car covered in anti-war stickers was lopsided and "smelled funny." So they bring in a robot and there are a bunch of bangs, interspersed between the sound of the newschoppers buzzing around. Not just was my building and the street emptied, but because it's parking right at the MARC stop, that was shut down too--no train traffic at all.
What did it all turn out to be? Why, some hippy's old car, now with holes blown in it, and something rotting in the bed of a nearby pickup truck. Just lovely.
And yet, with all that, I still managed to make it to work on time. Where I was just delighted with the opportunity to be the one to put the President on the air at 9PM. Woohoo?
Mom and Dad are coming down tomorrow to meet Cally, and have lunch. Hopefully they'll be willing to snap a few pictures, and she will be her normal awesome self for that. Well, she'll at least be happy with the carrots they've been instructed to bring her.
We were not back shortly. I was outside, sitting in a grassy median area, for nearly three hours while the police, firedepartmen, hazmat crew, and bomb squad were called to my apartment building, for a "suspicious vehicle." Apparently a car covered in anti-war stickers was lopsided and "smelled funny." So they bring in a robot and there are a bunch of bangs, interspersed between the sound of the newschoppers buzzing around. Not just was my building and the street emptied, but because it's parking right at the MARC stop, that was shut down too--no train traffic at all.
What did it all turn out to be? Why, some hippy's old car, now with holes blown in it, and something rotting in the bed of a nearby pickup truck. Just lovely.
And yet, with all that, I still managed to make it to work on time. Where I was just delighted with the opportunity to be the one to put the President on the air at 9PM. Woohoo?
Mom and Dad are coming down tomorrow to meet Cally, and have lunch. Hopefully they'll be willing to snap a few pictures, and she will be her normal awesome self for that. Well, she'll at least be happy with the carrots they've been instructed to bring her.