In the car, on our way home from Northern Kentucky, while I was running The Purple Worm Graveyard, the phone rang. Our roommate had arrived home before us and was calling to tell us that our house had been burglarized.
The thieves got quite a bit of stuff, although I was fortunate that not much of it was mine.
As you can probably imagine, unless the thieves happen to collect RPGs, that boxed Tunnels & Trolls 5.5, Holmes box, or the Harn box weren't going to attract their attention. Never mind a pile of unpainted miniatures.
Still, they got my Linux netbook, an external HD and my acoustic guitar - a guitar that was built in the 70s for my dad by a luthier at the Martin Guitar Company. It was the first guitar I ever played and set me on the path to being a musician, to playing in bands and meeting people who would become lifelong friends.
I'm angry most of all that they left the case behind. If you're going to steal my guitar, at least have the decency to treat it right and not wreck it by leaving it exposed to the elements.
Still, these are all just things - although there is definitely a pervasive feeling of being violated, and only the Young Lord Shadowmoss, who has no idea what happened (and was lucky in that thieves touched none of his stuff) will sleep easy tonight, no one was hurt (and that includes the Princess Pumpkin who I found hiding in a closet).