Wake-up Call

This is not the way I want to start my Sunday: Woke up at 5:45am by a Sheriff's deputy knocking on your front door. I asked Doyle, is that someone knocking?? So I peeked out one of the front windows, and the guy standing there says "Sheriff's Department". My heart sank--but I opened the door and he was just checking on us. Our neighbors to the south & north had both been broken into. Both were home sleeping at the time. So Doyle dresses and goes to check out some items that were recovered that didn't belong to either one of our neighbors and sure enough the Skilsaw and gas can (full of gas) were ours. So the guy had been in both of our storage buildings. The duputy checked all our screens, seems that is how the guy liked to enter, to make sure he had not tried to enter our house. I told Doyle it was probably some meth head and the deputy replied "well, he does have some problems". Anyway Doyle got his stuff back and the deputy was very nice. I have always heard bad things about our Sherriff's Department, but our experience was a good one. Hopefully that is the last time we will ever have to deal with them. Knock on wood! Our neighbors to the south are an older couple, not in real good health, so I am just glad the guy didn't harm them. Our other neighbors caught the guy in their home and had him sitting on the couch when the deputy's got there. He still resisted and got tased.

On a brighter note, Brad & family will be coming for lunch today. I watched Patrick last night while Brad and Chely went to the movies. Emily was staying the night with a friend. So I am anxious to see them. Boy, do we have a story to tell today.