There was a break-in of sorts in our apartment building yesterday.  Someone broke the lock on the door leading into the storage areas off the stairs leading to the garage.  They didn't get anything as that would have required then breaking into the individual storage units and that is a little tougher.  Or maybe something scared them away.  GP says it was probably a newbie being trained in an "in and out" procedure.  Whatever it was spooks me.  It's not as though we have much to steal.  I have no silver here, electronics are mostly portable and usually with us, jewelry is in our safe.  It's the idea of someone getting into my safe space that bothers me.  I think I'd have to wash all the linens and rugs because the thieves could have touched them with their nasty sticky fingers!  I must say with all of the terrorist arrests in Europe, (every day a new one), and now this little invasion in our home, I should be feeling ill-at-ease.  But I'm not.  I think we've all become dulled by too much information.  Little shocks us.  Until it happens to me, I'll probably never think, "It could happen to me!".  More profound thoughts to come in the future.   xxoo me