It really is almost uncanny. So many things happen when Campbell Clansman leaves. He's out of town for a week on business. Sunday night, I got back from his airport dropoff, put my little darlings to bed, locked every door in the house, and went to sleep.
Monday morning, police lined up around the US Embassy and the fire alarm at school went off about a dozen times before we could find the switch to stop it. Monday afternoon, Firstborn announced when she came home from school that a RAT the size of a small kitty was roaming our stairwell in the apartment (TB, are you reading this?), and our electricity went off before bedtime. By Tuesday afternoon, our water at home had been shut off. I decided after that last blow to order pizza for dinner.
Have I ever mentioned my life verse? Psalm 73:28. But as for me, the nearness of my God is my good.