Before we heard about it, Z and I were commenting about how poor our sleep had been last night. There were thunderstorms last evening, and Z said that at one point, it felt like the war in Beirut before he left, except that he didn’t get a blast of warm air typical after a bombing.
Shortly after this conversation, Z’s cousin, who also lives in Toronto, called to give us the news of the explosion at the propane distributor just north-west of us.
We haven’t had any physical manifestation of the explosion at our place, and the air quality is fine at this point.
And amazingly, there haven’t been reports of any deaths or serious injuries to date.