Door repairs will happen this week. For now it is sealed shut by the friend who is contractor, and he will take care of the repairs. Between us, I'll have a reinforced door when this is over.

As horrible as it is to lose years worth of work, I can patch some of it together from disks and CDs. And those new computers--they are a joy to look at! I started a thread above the line to do with starting a new computer system from scratch and had some good information offered. Time usage is different this weekend. Though I'm online a little now, mostly I've been around doing non-computer stuff. I feel a bit naked without my regular computer activities.

Thanks, all for your good wishes. My neighbor across the street is understandably alarmed--it could have been any of our houses. But as he was saying that "I'd shoot them, then you'd have to bail me out," I was thinking that it would be a worse penalty for them if I just talked at them for a while. :) My kids can tell you about when I get on a roll. By the time I finish, I'd have each of these three miscreants going to college and glad to get off light! It really is depressing to think of the process they go through in planning and enacting a burglary. They need to learn how to live and work, not steal. It's less work and less troublesome in the long run.

I'm sure that to collect my insurance charges must be pressed, and I don't think they should be excused. But I want to know their stories. I'm a parent and I want to know what in these young people's lives went wrong that no one taught them a better way to live.

Okay, time to get back to the BS. Rapaire was right. I've been through worse--this is an annoyance, and hopefully I responded early enough to keep things under control credit-wise. But when I think about all of the stuff on my hard drive--whew! Mostly boring, but an ocasional hot spot.

I'll turn this into an essay. It won't be as funny as Bee-Dubya-Ell's description of the lost dogs near his house, but I'll get some mileage out of it. I won't dwell on those hot spots on my hard drive. ;)

Like BWL, I did meet a new dog in the neighborhood; he passed by with his human when I was out working in the garden. He was not lost like those BWL hounds, and was not being crammed into a spaniel-sized carrier. But he was a new dog to me, out walking with a new neighbor. An Irish wolfhound. Not exactly a lapdog. Nothing Reece Witherspoon would carry around in her handbag.