Saturday Post

Sun is shining. Dog, cats are sleeping. MJ playing on iTunes. Long 6am trek this morning. Police were in the hall earlier. Neighbor had called 911. She'd fallen from bed. Poor woman. Lives alone and has health issues. See her with a caretaker now and then. Don't know if she is diabetic or not but she sounded incoherent when I was standing in her doorway talking with the police officer. Left when the Paramedics arrived.  The odd thing was her front door look liked it had been pried open. Then again although the door jamb was scarred, pieces of wood missing, nothing was on the floor.  The officer was puzzled. I'd heard nothing. If something like that had occurred I would have heard it. Trust me. This is a quiet building. I hear any disturbance.  In fact it was the squawking of the officer's radio that brought me out into the hallway in the first place.  Hope she's okay. Don't really know her. Exchange hellos and she gives Ramona pets. Typical neighbors.  Strangers.