Life's a Stitch

Police definition: Your property is taken without your permission.

Yup, that fits. Let me back up, what a week it's been. Went to work Monday, feeling like it was a Monday after a long party on Saturday night, just a wee tad tired (it was the after party for the Vancouver premier of Taking My Parents to Burning Man, two more sold out audiences).

Back to Monday. At lunch time I could hardly make it  down to the food court to eat – shivering, achy body and whomping headache came on like a lead balloon. Let the office know I would be heading home. Took my temp and confirmed the ikky feelings were due to fever. Long story short: antibiotics, right neck gland reminiscent of mumps (is one sided called a mump?), sinus infection, ordered to stay at home until the fever is gone for 24 hours. Not there yet. 

Phone rings this morning"

"Hello, this is your neighbour and board member from your condo association in California. We were inspecting your roof for damaged tiles and noticed your air conditioning unit was gone."

Apparently people remove air conditioning units to recover $70 worth of copper. It's a speedy crime and they work on volume. 

The remedy so far includes: five unsuccessfully answered calls to the insurance company, one to the police who require a property inspection to assure there hasn't been a break in. Call back to the neighbour, whom we have never met. He offered to go over and check and that's where we are. Waiting. Waiting. I am going to assume no news is good news.