I'm so sorry, Shir. Much love and a gentle passage to Batcat.
Merry unexpectedly early Christmas, Gris (and, 6-year-old, please have some mercy on your poor parents!). I'm about to go back to bed myself; no one else is close to being up and moving, and I've just been waiting for an anxiety dream to fade so I can nod off again for the last little bit of the night.
Sometimes if I make up a good ending for the anxiety dream my brain will resolve it and go back to sleep.
Woke up at 6:30 to a loud crash/bang sound that rattled the house -- turns out there was an explosion at an apartment building downtown, a couple of miles away. As far as I can tell, there are a few injuries but no fatalities, thank god, but the building is basically destroyed. Unbelievable.
I'm sorry, Shir. My condolences.
Condolences, Shir. So hard.
Kate that’s awful! The poor people living there!
My dog wanted me to wake up half an hour ago but begrudgingly let me sleep until 745. Thanks dog.
Just read it was a car bomb, Kate! Scary.
I'm going to get cinnamon rolls in the oven and coffee started and bacon going and try to lure the family awake with enticing smells.
VBIED! I'm glad you weren't any nearer to it, Kate.
We've opened stockings and I'm starting the frijoles and ham. It's actually been snowing a little bit all morning, which is nice.