Joel called me up on the roof about half an hour ago. Our neighborhood is still a ghost town - I can see people shuffling, and I can smell burning. It looks like the US Bank Building is up in flames. So much for that property sale. What’s getting me is the absolute blackness of Abbott Northwestern Hospital across the street. The windows are dark. On the upper levels, I can see some attempts to barricade the windows, and I wonder if the helicopter masked their sound last night.
I don’t need to check the news, I know what this means. I do, however, wish I’d bought some binoculars. Some doctors and nurses could be up on the roof, and today was the day that I was supposed to get my test results. I need to know if I’m a carrier, because if I am, Joel is in trouble.
