Life as they know it

I've had to take a few weeks off because life has been so busy around here. Lots of visitors and guests.

And I debated writing about this, but thought I would put it out there anyway. Hopefully it won't stir fear in concerned family members.

It was 8:20 pm last night, Sam was sleeping, and Joe and I were having our reading and relaxing time together. Then we heard a huge blast. Maybe felt it. Its hard to tell the difference. We looked at each other knowing/fearing what that was. The electricity was out per usual so no TV. Internet was working, but nothing was coming through. I went to the front window to see if people were running to their homes or any chaos was happening. No, perfectly normal. Kids were playing with their Eid animals and the workers were hanging out talking. Joe went out and asked one of them what they thought happened. He indifferently said, "terrorism or explosion". A few minutes later, he came back and said the a police station by the Sheraton was blown up. Joe asked if it was big. He said, "oooooooh yeah". Apparently it read 1.4 on the Richter scale. It happened about 3.5 miles away from us.

You never know the aftershocks of such events (i.e. rioting, city shutting down, etc) so I sent Joe out for some provisions (bread, milk, butter) for the coming days. Joe asked the people there what they thought would happen. Nothing, because it was the government that was attacked. Meaning nobody really cares about the government.

Sure enough, the next day, today, its as if nothing happened. We've all gone about our business.

Prov. 16:4