I was going to write a whiny woe is me post about a series of minor calamities which befell my lunch a few minutes ago, followed by an announcement that I was headed off to the gym, which I'm sure would have been both the literally and emotional high point of most of your days.
As I ate what I was able to salvage of my lunch though I popped over to Twitter, and read Kelly's updates about the devastating bushfires ravaging her area. The death toll is now up into the eighties (dear god...) and while her house is safely out of the path of the flames some of her friends and neighbors are still unaccounted for. Kelly is afraid to go to work tomorrow, scared to find out who won't be there.
And the most horrific part of this whole horrific story?
They believe the fire was intentionally set.
You'd better go back and reread that last sentence, it doesn't seem to sink in the first time.
Yeah. Suddenly my crappy lunch doesn't seem so crappy after all.
Stay safe my friend. I'll be holding you and everyone in that terrible fire's way close in my thoughts.