Where, oh where is my little lamb gone…

I walked out my front door this morning to head towards work, only to realize that in order to get in the car, it needs to BE there. Apparently my car was one of the eight other cars either stolen or vandalized in my neighborhood last night. And, while it’s certainly vexing (I love that word) and inconvenient, it’s not the end of the world, right? I didn’t have anything particularly valuable in the car (unlike my neighbor, who lost his laptop). Or at least I didn’t think I did, until I talked with my daughter. She was devastated. “Mom–the little lamb is riding with the bad guys!” was her concern. (By the way, she is a college student, no longer a little girl.) A couple years ago, when I started having to travel to different states for treatment, she put a little stuffed lamb in the back of my car, so “I would never be driving alone.” I’d always kept it there. And now it’s riding around with the bad guys. Right now, I’m hoping that the concept of bad karma is true…..