Yesterday (Sunday) at 6AM, my Dad's house (formerly my parents' house), the house where I grew up, burned to the ground. It was the wiring. No one was home when it happened. It started in the kitchen, smouldering in the wall. Then it really got going and burned just about everything to ash on that side of the house. When it was all over, 95% of the house was obliterated by fire, smoke, or water--family pictures, old books, antique furniture, rugs, christmas ornaments, important papers, a lot of my old toys and artwork...basically everything. My childhood home. Gone.

If bad things really do happen in threes, I'd better watch out, because number three could very well do me in.