This morning, the citizens of Hawaii received a message that a missile was heading our way. "A ballistic missile threat is inbound to Hawaii. Seek immediate shelter. This is not a drill," it said. Yet why weren't we hearing any sirens going off?
I texted with my mom that we loved each other, and for some reason didn't cry. I "knew" I was going to die, so my thoughts went sort of like, "Welp, this is it. Oh well." So for the next several minutes, I was petting the dogs (I work at a doggie daycare) and filling up buckets and bowls with water in case the blast somehow didn't instantly kill us all.
Thankfully it turned out to be a false alarm. Apparently someone at Civil Defense pressed a wrong button during shift change. It's being investigated and Senator Schatz has called out the incompetence of letting this state-wide panic go on for almost 40 minutes.
Oh, and I found out Jim Carrey was here in the state. Poor guy woke up to the alarm.