Mom called today and said she was shaking – that is usually how we start a conversation, so I said, cause why? – the narcotics cabinet at the nursing home had been broken into and about 600 or 6000 (I can’t remember the amount) of narcotics were stolen. It was ripped from the wall she said. So they arrested the night security guard. Why? I asked. Because he has a tool box and you need a crow bar to pry the narcotics closet off the wall. Good grief. But it seemed like the nursing home was filled with intrigue all day because of it.
S called on his first day on the job at his fancy pants job – I started to tell him about what mom told me and he responded in the same way he did for 16 years of our life together – “Do I want to hear this?”