Dispossessed

pinched

was my computer — not the first time. One of these days I will learn to reevaluate what makes for a safe place. Struck from the safe list:

• my kitchen table, overnight, while home, doors locked
• an office space, after a kids' circus performance, doors locked, security on duty

It is still hard to swallow. Someone see to it that I'm 

pinched.

On a lighter note, my favorite book excerpt for the day (or week):

You've read me this far, then? Even this far? For what discreditable motive? How is it you don't go to a movie, watch TV, stare at a wall, play tennis with a friend, make amorous advances to the person who comes to your mind when I speak of amorous advances?

Lost in the Funhouse, John Barth