My husband is in Chicago. My kids are with their Grammy. I am enjoying some blessed, blessed free time. Much of today was spent running errands and shopping, things that are absolutely horrendous when toting 3 kids with you. But when I finished and walked into my garage, I heard blood-curdling screams coming from the house. This completely stopped me in my tracks — there shouldn’t be anyone at all in my house, let alone screaming maniacs. I realized it made no logical sense, but my heart was still pounding. Eventually I was so confused I just walked in. It turned out the stereo had somehow turned on (I later figured out the power had flickered at some point), and when I turned the tv on, I saw that Owen Wilson was being devoured by a giant anaconda. So while I can laugh about it now, had I come home after dark, I just might be blogging from a hotel.