No word on the criminal

Still no word on the guy who ran into our neighborhood last night. I was on high alert. Dave was in the basement and I was on the main floor doing dishes & puttering around. Every time I'd hear a sound I'd yell "Was that you?" and he'd answer "Yes.". Because a couple of times I would have sworn it was someone bumping into the side of the house to hide in the bushes. I finally told Dave to stop rearranging the basement and get his butt up here.

We rented Drillbit Taylor from Movies On Demand (it was funny) and then went to bed. I got up about 15 minutes later because I heard the front door creek and I needed to investigate or I'd never get to sleep. The moon lit up the whole outdoors so I walked throughout the house and took a good long look outside. After that I slept peacefully.

There isn't anything about it in the local papers today. Hopefully tomorrow we'll know what happened.