We got back from Vegas about 3 pm yesterday afternoon. Helicoptors swarmed above the freeway. One of the exits near to our house was entirely blocked off. We swung by the kennel and picked up the Monster (dirty, tired, and smelly) and took Sepulveda back over the hill. Police had cordoned off a neighborhood en route (Sherman Oaks). Turns out this was what the helicoptors were doing. My first guess was it was some kind of car chase. (They happen here with distressing regularity). We found out later that there'd been an armed robbery at a hair extension factory (!!) in our neighborhood. The thieves had broken in, taken 20K in high-end hair extensions, and then abandoned their van in the middle of a residential neighborhood. The police were trying to find them.
Then, we get home. I check my iphone. The stock market has gone down almost 700 points. The city of London is in flames. Waist-high weeds fill our front and back yard. (Our yardman is out of town). After dinner, I start to feel cloudy-headed and dizzy. My hypoglycemia, it seems, has returned.
It is not, in other words, good to be back.