| Jun. 11th, 2005 @ 10:30 am PT is hard |
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I'm sore from yesterday's PT session. I've been going twice a week, and
doing my home exercises every day. I also walk for about 20 minutes
most days with my dog.
This week has been very eventful. My younger sister had her first baby by C-section on Tuesday night. This is Sofia:
There was also a really scary event yesterday. I had my PT appointment
at 3:30. I was running a little late, as usual. It's two blocks away
from my office, so I walk. When I walked over, the block was full of
police cars, ambulances, fire engines, and helicopters flying overhead.
Even the sidewalk was cordoned off by the police, so I detoured around
the block and through an alley to reach the building. On the way, I
heard someone crying on her cell phone about how "it sounded like a
backfire" and "she was just eating outside." At this point I realized
that someone may have been shot, something unthinkable in this wealthy
little suburb's tiny downtown on a hot summer afternoon. I got to the
office and told the receptionist and my PT. While I did my workout, the
police came by, said two people were shot, one was dead, and we needed
to lock all the doors because the guy was still on the loose. It ended
up that she was a waitress engaged to the owner of the restaurant's
son, eating outside with her two little girls. She was killed and one
of her daughters was shot when a car came by and opened fire with a
shotgun. The guy fled on foot and killed himself in her backyard
several blocks away.
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