A little perspective does wonders sometimes

We came home tonight to find the bedroom window open and the air conditioning unit torn out, with the computer's joystick hanging obscenely from the open window. Being the crazy woman I am, I tore out of the car to charge up the front steps. Of course, once I realised that I actually had to unlock the front door, I calmed down a smidge. Ran into the bedroom, saw the open window again, looked around and nothing else was missing. The didn't steal anything else, not the computer or the DVDs, they just wanted the ac. And I was grateful. *smacks self on the head*

My heart pounded like a mad thing for about an hour after it happened. And then I slowly calmed down, thanks to Will and Grace. I was feeling pretty crappy about what just happened. And then I read what a friend had to do for her job today and my God, a stolen air conditioner doesn't seem like such a big deal anymore (I'm more freaked about the peace of mind that has been stripped away.) There are certain things I can do/see/tolerate in this life and what she had to see, is right up there among the worst. Sorry, yes, I'm being cryptic. But it's her story to tell and I don't think she'd appreciate links to it all over the place.

But I thank her for pulling me out of my own little private misery. Funny how feeling sympathy for another person can do that, don't you think?