Those who know me will be amused.
After telling Michelle that my apartment had been burglarized yesterday, her first response was: Oh no! I'm so sorry!. Her second was: Wait... what do you have that they could possibly steal?.
For his efforts in prying my door apart with a crowbar, the thief had to content himself with one bottle of sparkling white wine and another of vodka, three-quarters full. He looked for pills in the medicine cabinet but found none.
My main liquor cupboard escaped his attention, so the Chimay Grand Reserve and red wine that I had been saving are still in my possession. The Chartreuse was at Michelle's apartment, Deo gratias.
Artwork, papers, clothing, dishware, and stereo equipment were left undisturbed.
Sancte Dismas, latro de Cruce, ora pro eum.