So, apparently, there was a fugitive on the loose.
And, apparently, our yard was Ground Zero in the search for said fugitive.
And, apparently, there were multitudes of police cars surrounding our house, police helicopters hovering above our house, and police officers combing the woods next to our house searching for this fugitive.
And, since Hubby works from home, he had a front row seat for the action (after bolting all the doors so that the fugitive did not get in our house).
And, apparently, all this police presence and pondering of the whereabouts of an escaped prisoner caused Hubby to pause and reflect on his life and its blessings.
And this is what he came up with:
"My life may not be perfect, but at least I'm not a fugitive."
So, so true.