Hopefully this is the end of the posts about the shootings. That isn't what this blog is about, after all. But that being said...
My neighbor escaped serious injury. If the bullet had gone one way, spleen, the other way spine. But she's gonna be okay.
My wife is organizing the neighborhood. A news team found out about it and put her on the air last night. She screamed for a police presence on the block, which was immediately followed by a shot of the chief of police explaining why they weren't going to put anyone in our neighborhood.
We had two officers on the block last night. If Karen says a pissant's going to move a bale of hay you may as well clear a space for it.
My reaction to the whole thing? I believe the technical term is paradoxical. I'm pretty much nuts and have been going through a rough patch of the crazies lately. But put me into an actual crisis situation and I calm right down. I've been eating and sleeping. While I worry it is much less of an issue for me than the free-floating anxiety I've been dealing with. No fear; just concern.
I guess I need to live under circumstances where my overdeveloped fight-or-flight instincts aren't overdeveloped. I am just not fit for decent living.