The wind does funny things to this old house...whistling through drafty windows and rattling loose doors. So last night when a soft whoomp shook the quiet evening hours, I paid it no mind. He, on the other hand, looked a little startled and unconvinced by my "just the wind" explanation.
Reading this morning's local news and turns out the man knows his whoomps. A vacant house was leveled in an explosion at that very moment...or, how many moments before for the shock/sound wave/whatever to reach us...18 miles away. Huh. No official word yet on a cause...though, given the location, I can opine that there is now one less meth lab in existence...
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Wonders never cease to amaze. :)
(Good luck tomorrow morning.)
Anita, unfortunately my back injury has me out of the 10K...there's no way I'll even be able to walk it. I've been down about it all week. But a friend of my sister's decided at the last minute she was ready so she's running in my place! And donating her registration fee to the Massey Center.
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