Yesterday, 8AM, in my neighborhood:
Three houses were damaged. In Cambridge, that means at least 7 families dislodged. My friend's home is toast.
I find myself hugging my family, and my dog, a little more. And wondering what it would feel like to kiss so much of my physical "self" goodbye. A reminder: it doesn't matter beans whether my shows go well this weekend. Just so long as everyone gets home safe at the end of the day.