Fear

One of my closest friends is going through a rough time. We have all been taken captive by a coward. On Thursday night a man came to her home, cut the phone lines, and attempted to break in to her home. Thankfully, he could not gain entrance the way that he tried. When she got up and flipped on lights he moved a few yards away from the home and continued to watch her. She picked up the phone to call 911 and the phone was dead. Went to use her cell and it was dead. Thank goodness she was able to plug in the cell and get help. She is trying to be brave. But a man that comes to a single woman's home, cuts her phone line, and is carrying a tote bag is not looking to steal possessions. He wats something much more valuable. We are sure that he has been watching her. If it had not been for her dog, we are sure that he would have gotten to her.

So, I went to her home to spend the night, and help her retain some semblance of normalcy (to decrease the terrorism effect). So we had a few glasses of wine, talked, checked the gun, and went to bed. She slept well knowing that I was with her, but I was up all night long listening to the creeking of her home and petting her dog. I am so thankful for her dog. I was scared to death. I am still so scared for her. She is going to sell her home, which is sad. She worked hard to rehab it, and it is her first home. At least it is a buyer's market. She will get a great new home.

Last night, George went to spend the night. Someone was prowling outside again. This is ridiculous.

We are going to the shooting range. Ladies night is free. No one should do this to another person. Pray for her.