Alex's mom and boyfriend drove down from Owen Sound today to bring us sustinence (which included a blueberry pie and homemade wine) and to take us out for lunch. So, of course, we had to go check out the site of the fire. I hadn't been down there since Wednesday morning, when the whole thing was still engulfed in flames and thick smoke.
They've torn down most of Alex's building, but his apartment is still somewhat intact. See the double doors on the top left side? That was the door to his patio. I'm pretty sure I also spotted his charred dresser in the wreckage.
In other news, about five minutes ago I discovered that someone STOLE MY BIKE out of my hallway. We share the hallway with one other apartment, and the outside doors lock automatically, but don't always close properly. So someone must have wandered in at an opportune time and taken my bike, which I never even got the chance to ride. I would be more upset, but this week's earlier events have put material posessions into prespective. . .but I was just telling Alex today that since spring is around the corner, I wanted to put air in the tires.
Seriously. This is just not my week.