I suppose that most people have heard that a bridge in Minneapolis collapsed last night.
I was far away, as were most folks I know (and I don't know anyone who was involved) but I'm still feeling pretty shaken.
Last night they told us 7 were dead, this morning it's only 4. I'm glad the numbers went down, but 20 are still missing, and I suppose it's likely most of them did not walk away.
I kneeled on my bed like a little kid and prayed for those people and their families. Such an odd thing for an adult atheist, I wasn't talking to anyone but myself and the universe, but somehow those things can be a comfort when little else can.