Something Terrible

Something terrible has happened. Not to my brother. To this guy at work I barely know. Still, it's rather stunning.

Full disclosure: that meeting where I was going to show the client how terrible his Web site was? It never happened. The client never showed up, so it's me and W shooting the breeze for awhile until we hear what's up: the client is in his car, driving at unsafe speeds to San Francisco, where his 2-year-old daughter is in the hospital. She was spending the day with her grandparents in the city and, I guess, got away from them, and got run over by a car.

So I just got an e-mail today that she didn't make it. The project's on hold for awhile. Terrible stuff. It's hard to believe it's possible, on a sunny blue-sky day like today, that these kinds of things can happen and there's not even a ripple in the cosmos. You'd expect it to start raining blood, or giant cockroaches would rise up from the sewers and start spitting on people and eating their shoes.

That's the way it would go if I were in charge, anyway.