There was a building explosion two blocks away from Ryan's school a few hours ago. No one was killed, and it's reportedly due to a boiler explosion, so it's not terrorism, but I can't get him on the damn phone and it's gnawing at me. I'm 99% sure he's just sitting in an editing suite with the phone off, happily oblivious to reality, but that 1% that isn't sure can really drive you nuts. Especially because after September 11th, I made him agree that if anything dangerous happened like this when we weren't together, the first thing we'd do is call each other and check in. Argh. Nothing to do but wait by the phone for him to get my message.