The idea was to avoid the news all weekend except Catalexit because I was hoping they’d handle it like grown ups (they didn’t).

Then there was a building-shaking boom at breakfast on Sunday, that reverberated off other buildings. I said, unconvincingly, that it must have been a sonic boom of someone accidentally breaking the sound barrier over the city. We said nothing but listened for police sirens and helicopters that thankfully never came. We still had power and the classical radio station did not get interrupted. There was no smoke in the clear sky. An hour later, I gingerly and covertly checked a local news-gossip site, there was nothing on the front page, but buried within was a piece on how to get into the lottery to view the explosive demolition of the Kosciusko bridge (and kick off the Polish Heritage parade/month?) at 8am Sunday.

And then I woke up on Monday and heard about Las Vegas and Marceille. Why can humans be so horrible sometimes?