I overslept this morning. My alarm goes off at 6:12. I woke up at 6:58. I usually leave at 7:30. This was a problem. And not helped by the fact that the dj was saying something about, "If you've seen anything, please call the tip line." So I knew there had been another shooting. I turned on my main radio (not my crappy alarm clock) and yep, another one. And he's back in my area--this shooting was maybe 2-3 miles from my house. Traffic? At a standstill. So I took the Metro to work. I went through a police "roadblock" which consisted of me being stopped at a stoplight and a police officer and a FBI guy with a very large gun walking around. I guess they didn't find me suspicious, even though I was wolfing down a granola bar. The policeman was funny at least--he asked the car next to me whether they maybe knew a psychic or someone who could help the police out. A sense of humor is good.
So now I'm at work and people are trickling in. Which means I've had a very productive morning. Excellent. It's good because I got a large chunk of a manuscript to proofread dumped on my desk. I didn't know it was coming. I have a manuscript that just came in that I need to copy, send out for peer review, and then inventory. Fun fun.
And that van they picked up yesterday? Yeah, maybe 2 miles from where I used to live in Richmond. True, it turned out to be a false lead, but still. If anything happens near anywhere else I used to live, I'm going to get weirded out.
Current song in my head:
"She Loves You" by the Beatles