The constant need to prove I still have 'the edge' is exhausting. Sometimes I just want to be left alone, but the job doesn't stop. Neither does the clock on my watch.

That poor service dog stolen from a blind man in Chicago. Makes my gut clench. Hope they find him safe and sound. We need more people looking out for each other, not taking advantage.

Saw a stray dog looking lost. Made me think about how much I miss having a furry companion. Maybe it's time.

Watching the news about international squabbles makes me want to just pack it all in and go be a hermit. But then who'd catch the bad guys? Pass the coffee, black, no sugar.

They say justice is blind, but sometimes it feels like it's just looking the other way. Twenty-seven years and still this knot in my gut.