Fans of the metro section know this has been a strange week:
A perfect couple was shot to death over a drug-dealing dispute.
Some guy (probably) killed his mother in her home.
A priest wrecked his car, flipped into a shallow pond, and died.
Cars reported stolen decades ago are being recovered from the badly depleted lake.
A man threatening suicide closed down MoPac for three hours this afternoon.
And a mom killed her baby in San Antonio this weekend. (I'm warning you, the story is so gruesome I gagged.)
I don't know if the heat is making everyone a little touchy, or if once I start paying attention to these kinds of stories I become more aware of them and try to see patterns where there aren't any. Probably a little bit of both, but at any rate I have this mild horrified fascination with the front page of the Statesman site these days.