I've been back to Cardiac Rehab the last two days, after an absence of almost three weeks, and I have the aching knees to prove it! The death of my sister's husband and a tedious, stressful period following the burglary of my home, which occured during the days I spent with my sister, interfered with my attendance.
I've been burgled before; almost 7 years ago, and there was a mess to clean up, but beyond a broken window, not a lot of damage was done to the house. A few of the things taken at that time were found in a pawn shop about 25 miles away, and my overall losses were smaller than the deductible on my insurance policy. This time, the thieves kicked out of their frames both my front and rear doors before taking their time to pick through my belongings. Did anyone in the neighborhood hear/see any of this mayhem? Not so far as can be discovered by the detectives of the local police department. I am heart-sick over the loss of my wonderful camera, lenses and accessories, but those will, I hope, be fully covered by insurance and eventually be replaced. I have no expectations of recovering any of my other property. Most the small things (jewelry) taken were acquired 25 or more years ago and, while not of much value individually, are irreplaceable, having been acquired during travels abroad during my younger days.
I am fortunate that they did not take my computer; perhaps it is so big and so old that they were not interested, or they might not have had the manpower to manage it along with the other things. The monitor was turned over on the desk and they must have thought about taking it but changed their minds. Coming face to face with how I would grieve over the loss of my photos, in particular, I've purchased an online backup for my documents, photos and files, and those are all safely "in the cloud" somewhere.
Ah, well. Things are just...things. Just saying.
Tomorrow is also a day.