Comfy Prison

Earlier today - visit from SWAT.

Now - 4:45pm on Friday, as I write - this is the damnedest thing. We're in what would be termed "lockdown" if this was a prison (which it fairly much is at this point, albeit a comfy one with the company of MY WIFE, good things to eat, TV, and I can get twenty minutes of sleep every four hours if I'm lucky.)

No traffic is being allowed in or out of Watertown. Nobody allowed out of their houses. The local police chief was on TV earlier saying that it could last through the weekend. Aside from the search for the bomber, there is a major crime scene nearby where the other one was killed. That will be examined with a fine tooth comb and God only knows how long that will take.


The important thing is that - despite the possible imminent danger we've been warned of - I don't feel especially threatened in any way (other than not having enough cigarettes or e-cigarette substitutes to get through this thing if it goes through Sunday, so they might have more than one madman on their hands by then.)

(Headline for Monday: "Irritated Smoker Shot Down By SWAT Team"  The Boston Globe reports that Jim "Suldog" Sullivan, the mad smoker of Watertown, has been gunned down by SWAT team members. He had last been seen climbing an oak tree, grabbing a bunch of leaves, and trying to light them. "It's really a shame", said Captain Nick O'Tine of the ATF, "I had a pack in my truck. He could have bummed one." Sullivan's spouse, known only by the code name HIS WIFE, is still at large and considered extremely dangerous. She was last seen headed for WHDH-TV, and it is rumored she was out for blood due to the fact that Family Feud was preempted the last three days while they showed the same loop of film that had previously been shown 708 times since the lockdown began.)

OK, I'm still way goofy from not enough sleep. Later.