Craziness in Blossomland yesterday. I live about a quarter mile from a medium-security juvenile detention center, and every so often a kid makes a run for it. Where they think they'll go, I don't know--they aren't good at making wise choices or they wouldn't be in that place to begin with.
Anyway, Sunday night three of them escaped, only these were more dangerous than the normal escapee. All night and half of Monday the cops sat on my corner with their lights on. We're at the last intersection before country roads begin, so anytime something happens in town the police set up a roadblock in front of my house. (Like this incident.) I'm thinking of investing in a police scanner, because it's a bit disconcerting to have 11 cop cars converging in my yard unannounced. They don't like questions, either.
At one point, the Channel 9 van was also parked on the shoulder in front of my house. I hid in case they came knocking before I showered. They didn't come. Later I saw my neighborhood on the news, but since they were shooting from my yard they got my neighbor's house but not mine. They did get the corner of my yard when they shot the intersection. This is more than fine.
And everything's back to normal again.
Let's see, what else is going on... Well, I've had a cold for a couple of weeks now. I'm tired of coughing, mostly because coughing makes me pee my pants. (TMI?) Such is the lot of the middle-aged mother. Still looking for a job, but it sure makes my brain hurt.
I can only do job search activities for a couple of hours each day, so I have time to ready a short story for Smashwords. Yesterday I made a cover for it, and that was the hard part. I think I might be ready to put it in the queue later today. I don't know if self-epublishing will be something I use regularly, but I thought it would be prudent to familiarize myself with the process. Times, they are a-changin'.
Have a great Tuesday.