I actually have to leave the house today. I’m feeling sort of nervous about it. I have to collect my keys, and the money – and leave. Walk outside. Step from the house into the open air.
The day before yesterday, I was walking home through the dark alley that runs parallel to Victoria, and two bicycle police stopped me to ask, “Have you seen a rather large man with a fire axe?” . He had robbed the gas station down the road about 30 minutes earlier, and was presumed still in the neighborhood.
I have to leave the house?? A strange man tried to kidnap me this month! I’m being asked about psychotics with FIRE AXES! Fire axes are serious frightening things!
I dearly hope there’s someone available to spend time today.