Scares

This morning we got a call that dad’s office had been broken into. We rushed over and a friend of dad’s was already there — the man who called us also called an associate to make sure no one else snuck in, and nobody snuck out.

Fortunately it was just a scare: all the suspicious signs had good explanations, and nothing was missing or moved. We live in a good town, and have good people concerned about us.

The weather has not cooperated, however. Snow that began yesterday has been joined with wind, and two interstates nearbye are closed. This prevented us from visiting dad in the funeral home tonight, and will probably delay the burial (that was going to be tomorrow).

It is cold and terrible outside.

In here it is nice and warm, but lonely.