Not for the Squeamish

[mlerules]

Just looked out the window and saw the source of the sirens I thought I heard through the water whilst showering: ambulances & young strapping official types closing the doors...and a pool of blood on the cement outside my car door. They're leaving now, presumably w/the blood's owner (hopefully s/he's okay). And the day goes on...but not quite like before. Now there's a tangible reminder of the frailty & ephemerality of human life...and its preciousness. The landlord's out now picking up the pieces (OF WHAT?!) w/latex gloves and a thick plastic bag. (He's got a background in medical lab work.) Yesterday he had to deal with the city's ripping up the pavement and hitting the gas lines. Gee, why d'you s'pose he'd possibly want to sell the property and stop serving as a property manager? Shudder.