I was in the midst of composing a post for tomorrow when my sister called to make sure I was "safe at home." I had no idea what she was talking about, but she told me to turn on the TV and I'd see what she meant.
As you have probably heard by now, one of the major interstate bridges near downtown Minneapolis collapsed during rush hour, dumping cars, buses, and trucks down into the Mississippi.
I cross the river twice a day (on a different bridge), and I've morbidly imagined many times what it would be like to be on the bridge if it collapsed. It's horrifying to me that scores of people have actually experienced such a disaster this evening.
Thanks to those of you who have checked in on me! Darren and I are fine, as is everyone in my family. My boss just called, too, and no one in my team was at the bridge when it collapsed.
Wish us luck here. It's a bad day.