Last night we were preparing for the storm that was supposed to hit early this morning. The cars were in the garage and I had gone into the kitchen while Hubby was preparing the back door (that still leaks) and anchoring down loose furniture on the deck. I heard a loud rumble and the cabinet doors thumped. I thought the wind caught something and flung it against the house, but when Hubby came in, he said he didn't do it. I guessed it was a thunder even though we barely had clouds overhead, and Hubby guessed it was an earthquake. It wasn't until the 10:00 news that we found out what caused it, a massive explosion in West, Texas, almost sixty miles away.
I'm not going to give you a report on the explosion because it's been all over the news and can be read almost anywhere online. But this tragedy on the heels of the Boston Marathon bombs have left most of this area shaken. And to tell you the truth, this one has affected me more because I have been to West and through West many times. The injuries and loss of lives will are devastating in a town this small. My thoughts and prayers go to the victims of both tragedies, their families, and the many responders who are there to help.