When intuition just sucks.

Now, I don’t want to seem like I’m being pessimistic so soon, but I had this sudden flash of realization that the IUI didn’t work this month. I can’t explain it, but it just came into my mind like it was a fact. God, I hope I’m wrong. Sadly, I haven’t been wrong about my intuition in a long time, so I’m not feeling overly hopeful right now. I don’t know why. It just hit me.

I just got a phone call from R that our house was broken into again. Yes, again. It happened about a month before I moved in with R in 2000 so he installed an alarm system right after the first break-in. This morning, around 9:20am, the alarm company called R’s cell phone to tell him the alarm was going off and they were alerting the police. R called J, who lives next door, and he went outside and sure enough, the screen was on the ground and the window was opened. The alarm must have scared the person away because nothing was moved inside the house except for a nice dirty handprint on the couch. We’ve been calling the police consistently about ‘problems’ in the neighborhood and just this week they finally stopped by to see what the hell we were complaining about. R told them to start patrolling more and they would see what the problems were; within two days they caught two different cars parked on the street with people having sex in them. And then today, three days after our friendly officer’s visit, our house is broken into. Again.

Now, I understand the problems of living in an urban area and we’ve been ‘lucky’ so far to not really have any major problems. But this is just getting ridiculous. I can rant and rave about the amount of taxes we spent (it’s exorbitant, the highest in the state) and I can rant and rave about the problems, but it’s time we just get out of Dodge.

Quote for the day:

It’s time to move on,
it’s time to get going,
what lies ahead
I have no way of knowing.
-- Tom Petty