Tonight I was going to post about work, and the big presentation I am about to give tomorrow. Tonight I was going to post about The Liar. I was going to update you on my poor babysitter. I was going to post about the funny and amazing things my older son said to me today.


But alas things change again. I was standing in my kitchen at the sink, and saw a flash of light in the pitch black sky out the living room window. Not long thereafter, helicopters and boats flashing lights in the water could be seen. What happened? My son was in the tub having a bath and I was preparing to give the babe his bottle before bed. The intensity of what was going on picked up quickly. Lights, helicopters whirring, boats…. We live in a small cove where nothing goes on. We’d never seen anything like this before. An explosion? What just happened? I called my neighbour and she was also wondering, but had not seen the big flash of light. A flare, she thought. She said she would make a few calls and get back to me. She had talked to a few more people on the phone before me and was told that it is either a fisherman lost at sea or drug runners. Mr. C and I lock our doors and turn on the alarm system in the event it is the latter. The phone rings before we can fully contemplate what is going on. The helicopters continue to whir overhead and there appear to be more lights on the water. It is a fisherman, she says. He is missing, along with his boat. The surf has been rough. As I sit here typing, the drone overhead continues and I am watching search lights scan the shoreline, back and forth, back and forth. It is surreal to say the least. To know, that in the darkness of night, somewhere, out there, a man is lost in the water. And the searchers will continue. Indefinitely. Unlikely that we will get much sleep tonight. Needless to say, our thoughts are with the unfortunate soul (hopefully not plural…) who is out there. I will update you tomorrow night.