
Around 2 a.m. I was stirred from my slumber by an unusual number of police, ambulance and fire truck sirens out on S. Clairborne Ave. While it's normal to hear these a few times every night, last night it seemed particularly persistent. I went back to sleep. Around 6:30 a.m. the streets outside were still wet from rain, so rather than ride out to the levee I got on the trainer to put in an hour of inside torture. The Wife came in shortly afterward with news of the tornado that had struck the Carrollton area where we live. While we slept, a tornado had ripped through the area abour a quarter mile from us, doing some major damage to one of my sisters' house and minor damage to the other's. I uploaded some photos I took when we went to check on her this morning - take a look. Oh yeah, The Sister confirmed that tornados really do sound like freight trains. She's still a little shaken up and most of the neighbors are all just kind of wandering around in the street in shock.

So of course I didn't get in my usual Tuesday long ride, and 45 minutes on the trainer was about all I could get in before I had to head off to check on The Sister's place. It's a conspiracy, I tell ya.'
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