Smoked.

We spent last weekend watching plumes of thick smoke blotting out the sky. Everyone in Columbus knows that this happened, as you could see it from everywhere. It was a recycling plant down the road, whose pallets went up in flames, and burned for three days. It was down wind from where we live,  so we spent the weekend watching clouds of smoke shroud the city. I trotted around the house as usual, looking out the window every now and again, to check on the apocalypse.
It was a weird weekend. The cloud stayed around all of Friday and Saturday, then began to fade Sunday.
And then, Monday arrived. Columbus shook the weekend off, and it was back to business as usual. Cities seem to have this capacity, to be able to absorb the awful, and to keep on keeping on. Nice work.