I am thrilled. I have the next three days off! My manager pushed through Wednesday for me even though there was no time available so now I don't have to go back to work until Friday. It's been nice already being at home. I slept in, went to the park with my husband and kids this morning, made a delicious lunch and have been working on my computer now for the last couple of hours while my daughter is napping.

A very sad thing happened down the street from my house. Every time I look down the street I feel a horrible twinge in my chest. Yesterday afternoon a 27 year old shot his mom and dad on their front porch from inside the house. Apparently the son was in the middle of a heated argument with his dad and from what I understand, has a history of mental illness. My son was outside in our driveway at the time and heard the shots before running into the house to get my husband. He claims he didn't see anything and thought that perhaps it was fireworks. I thank God for that. The scary thing is that he had raced me down to that corner only a few short moments before it happened. I was going back to work after lunch and he was on the sidewalk trying to "out run" my car. As I turned the corner I sent him back to the house and told him to stay away from the corner because of all the passing cars. Little did I know that had I not sent him back, he would have seen the whole thing and been in harms way. So disturbing.

It was all over the news last night. The street was blocked off for several hours. Even after I got home from work last night the news trucks were down there broadcasting live at the corner of my street. It's such a sad thing. I can't understand why people do the things they do. How could someone kill their own parents? or children? or anyone, for that matter? It just puzzles the hell out of me. It's sad to look down there and see all the flowers and balloons on the porch and the memorial wall that was put up over the boarded up window. To think that yesterday morning those nice folks were alive and well. Today they have people passing by, stopping and leaving flowers because they are gone. Friends and neighbors are crying and wondering how this could happen. The other two kids (daughters) are trying to mourn and pick up the pieces. It's such a tragedy.