Thursday, Sept. 01, 2011 - 10:27 p.m.

We came home from dinner to find our house had been broken into. Back door kicked open. A few Important things missing, but not as many as you might think.

I like to think our clutter saved us somewhat. I also like to imagine the intruder cursing us as he tripped over boxes full of winter clothes and broke his sunglasses, which I found in my studio. Crime lab swabbed them; I have high hopes. Also imagine his disappointment to find, not precious jewelry, but a ton of weird contemporary art jewelry. He refrained from stealing any.

So much excitement here in the big city.

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