Big Suck.

Last night, Barb took the dog over to a friend's house for a visit. She got back around midnight, to find the house had been broken into.

So far all that seems to be missing is a bunch of DVDs and jewelry. I will find out more after I get up there tomorrow night.

There may be more missing, but the big stuff was left alone.

What bugs me is that they hit the house at *just* the right time, when both Barb and the dog were out. That could mean that they were *watching* the house.

Paranoia. It's not just for breakfast anymore.