we're fine

I've repeated these words so many times today, and I've been so grateful to say them:

We're fine.
The house is fine.
Those we know and love are fine.

The weather here over the last few days has been in the 80s and into the 90s. In April. That's not right. And when the weather's not right, bad things happen.

The carnage is just unbelievable. And I think I aged Pukka at least five years by being across town when the storm hit. I got to spend over an hour in the basement of a coffee shop with some friends and complete strangers. Fun times.