So, of course, the big excitement in my recent life is that I had my purse and knitting bag stolen out of my car last week. This was a traumatic experience for me. I've never really had anything stolen, at least not since my friend J stole my Pepperidge Farm Goldfish when we were in the 3rd grade. Thankfully, not everyone in the world sucks. Someone found my stuff at a rest stop and returned it to me, minus a few items that weren't worth very much anyway. I still feel violated, but at least I got most of my stuff back. It could be a lot worse. One of the side effects of this incident was that I realized just how truly lucky I am. I have some of the best, most generous, loving, supportive, and wonderful people for my friends. I feel loved.