My trunk was full with just-bought stuff

WAS being the operative word here. While I was letting the dog out one more time before Heshy and I left for services, I looked toward the street and noticed my trunk was wide open. Quickly, I ran to the front door and onto the street.

Almost everything in my car was taken, along with $120 worth of stuff for my new apartment. It's not so much the money as the huge amount of time I spent on choosing and schlepping those things. Funny, I had taken them out of the trunk to pick up Ginna's parents, and then Heshy and I reloaded it after dinner last night.

Also gone are my beloved red yoga mat, my journal, a fastrak thingie and my purse with my checkbook in it. I called the bank right away and those checks were stopped. I contacted Fastrak about the stolen thingie.

And everything is replaceable, of course. When considering the big picture here, it's really no big deal. The car is completely fine, no one was hurt.

But Heshy is having a really hard time with it. (Frankly I think that this is something of a last straw for him, he seemed like he was almost in tears today.)

Heshy and I hung out together this afternoon until I fell asleep while he was watching the Food Network. He has brightened up a bit and I think he'll be okay for now.

Todd says that I'm being tested. OK, G-d, enough already.