All over the news.

Well, it's all over the news, all over the country. A reporter came by yesterday asking questions. I think we know why the police came to check on us so quickly. It's been reported that, "notes threatening various people and organizations were found inside Woods’ Dodge Ram van."

When I've thought about all the things that might happen in my life, I've never really imagined myself ending up on the hit list of a mentally ill killer. I feel so bad for all the people who are affected by this senseless tragedy. Those poor victims and their loved ones. The witnesses. The lives that were forever changed. And yes, even Larry. He was obviously a sick man suffering terribly. Nobody's like that on purpose. I hear he may have been a father. Probably, at one time, somebody's lover. We know he was somebody's son. And now, to those who knew him the last few years, he is just a terrible memory that we hope will fade, leaving, if anything, only some lessons or insight.

We're keeping mum on the homefront about this whole thing and not allowing our names to be used. The last thing the goob needs to know is that he spent his entire life until now next door to a killer. We already had one frighteningly unstable neighbor before this. And then Larry started his spiral.

No kid needs to ponder something like this. So we've been going through the motions, playing and laughing with him, doing special things. And wondering if he's sensing something's not quite right. Noticing that my replies are delayed, my mind is wandering. Focus, focus, stay in the moment.