Last night Teri and I were awakened by a loud crash. I jumped out of bed and turned on the light to investigate what it could be. It sounded like it was right in our bedroom, whatever it was! I grabbed my wood police baton and started looking for an intruder. I felt rather silly when I realized that the sound was NOT from an intruder, but was from the over-crowded closet rod in the closet falling to the floor. I’m not really surprised that happened; I’ve been warning Teri for months that she needs to go through her closet and weed out some of the clothes that she hasn’t worn in a long time. Maybe now she’ll go through the clothes while I go and reinforce the closet rod.