I never know what to say when things like this happen, and I don't know now.

My alarm went off this morning around 11 to the classical music station, not playing classical music. As I woke up, the announcer explained that Columbia had broken up in the high atmosphere and that people had found pieces on the ground in Nacogdoches.

Her voice didn't crack one bit, but every few sentences she'd stop and there'd be a few seconds of dead air.

That's about how I feel right now.