Yesterday, on the way out of Wal-Mart, we tripped the alarm. You know, the one that goes off when you try to steal merchandise? (My father tried to push both me and the cart out of the store before anyone showed up, but that’s besides the point.) We got searched and it turns out some sunglasses (that we paid for) were the culprits.

We got home and discovered that a portion of our groceries were missing. Blueberries, strawberries, chocolate… All the good stuff. We checked out receipt, and sure enough, we had paid for it all. I blame the turnstile bagging mechanism.

But this isn’t just about the loss of a few berries and some stuff we probably shouldn’t be eating. This is about justice! We were accused of stealing, when we were in fact the stolen from. My dad briefly considered suing Wal-Mart, and I was forced to make my guacamole with a lemon instead of a lime (and don’t even get me started on breakfast this morning).

Anyway, today, we made our way back there. (Unfortunately, without the receipt.) We were unable to recover any of our lost groceries, so we made our purchases and left, dejected. When we got in the car, we discovered we were the proud new owners of some ranch dressing and Louisiana hot sauce that we had not paid for. Being the morally upright citizens that we are, we were glad to see cosmic justice in effect. Tomorrow night: hot wings.

I forgot to post on this, but I am now in sunny south Florida. Sorry to all my friends down here who didn’t know. Give me a call and maybe we can hang out.

Anyway, I’m staying with my dad, for now. Marisa (my sister) and her boyfriend Alex are also here. We went diving this morning and caught a lobster, but we threw him back because it’s not lobster season right now.

Anyway, I have a camera with me, so expect a few pictures when I get back (Monday), but not until then, because I forgot my USB cable.

I’m not doing so well. I myself am fine, but a number of my friends are going through hell right now. For their sakes, I’ll spare you the details.

To the two people responsible, just know that I harbor no ill will toward you and will continue to support you as I always have—as a friend. My own dismay is born solely out of concern for you and the other involved parties. I want to support you, but I don’t know how. I will continue to be here in the coming months.

To the two people most affected, my heart goes out to you. No, this isn’t fair, but your noble reactions have already impressed me. I will also support you as much as I can.

And to my friend with the potential medical issue, just know that I am praying for you and will do everything I can to bring you through this. You’ve made it through this before, and I know you’ll make it through it again. Let me know if you need anything—anything—and I’ll be right by your side, as will Janelle, and as I’m sure your love will be.

So Saturday was moving day again at the Gregory household. We packed up Tilly and all of her toys (consisting of a few scraps of paper and some pillbox caps… she has weird taste in toys) and drove her over to Landon’s apartment. She darted under the bed shortly after she got there and stayed there for a good seven hours. She did come around, though.

The saddest part, though, is Zoey. Zoey loved Tilly. After we removed Tilly, he pretty much made the master bedroom his permanent residence. We had company over that night, and throughout dinner and one round of Settlers of Catan, Zoey came down exactly twice, and that was to eat, and then went right back up. We went up to visit him a few times and found that he had moved behind the now-open door and was pouting there, staring blankly at the wall. Now, when I get home from work, he at least comes down from the bedroom to hang out, but heads right back up there after a few minutes. I think he’s coming around now and realizing that Tilly’s not in there, but he’s not happy about it.

The good news is, we get Sherlock on Wednesday. Of course, we’re getting him right after he gets neutered, so we’ll have to keep them separated while his stitches heal up. Hopefully that will be a better experience for all of us.