He commented that a few of the traffic lights had gone out on his way over. On the way home, more traffic lights were out. Odd.
We turned on the car radio. Static. Switched to a Toronto station. Static. Static on station after after station.
That's when we started paying attention. I quietly wondered if it was a terrorist attack, to be honest. But it wasn't, thankfully. And once we found that out, then it was actually kind of a mini-holiday.
Best moment: going to bed that night without the usual routines of turning lights off, moving the laundry to the dryer, starting the dishwasher, finishing this show I am watching. All our windows were open, but the city was strangely silent.
Until, out of the bedroom window across the street - "Good night Leo." And from the house next door, where Leo and Palma lived, seniors who took care of the mom and kids in that house - "Good night Susan."
We smiled happily and went to sleep.
