Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?

4:30 Get off work.
5:00 Pick up Annalyn.
5:45 Meet parents for dinner.
6:45 Join family for Light the Night
7:45 Leave before Walk starts as Annalyn completely melts down.
8:45 Arrive home. Put Annalyn to bed.
9:00 Turn on computer. Start watching Grey's Anatomy season premiere.
9:20 Hear shouting and gunshots. Look out front window.
9:21 Watch SWAT team storm into the house across the street.
9:22 Frantically call Mark until he answers. Try to breathe normally.
9:30 Calm down when realize the two dozen law enforcement officials on street are not rushing.
9:35 Wonder if allowed to take pictures from my own front yard.
9:40 Call neighbor friends who are inconveniently not home.
9:45 Give play-by-play description of activities.
9:50 Close curtains. Resume watching Grey's Anatomy.

Just another Friday night in the suburbs, right?

Unreal. Just . . . I don't know. It's not that I'm surprised to learn that this particular neighbor is in trouble.

But to look out my front window and see men in vests and helmets storming into my neighbor's house? To hear shots fired and to see lights flashing and to lose count of all the official vehicles parking in front of my house? To watch two people be pulled from the house across the street and be pushed onto their knees in the grass?

Well, it's a little crazy.

How was your Friday night?