Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I'm home in my studio with all the quilt batting and yarn and needles I just bought.  I was supposed to see my therapist, but she got trapped on the bridge, with both ways closed, and is hoping to get released to head back home in the near future.  My husband looked it up online, and evidently chunks, big chunks of concrete are falling from the upper level to the lower.  Terrifying!  No earthquake, no event, but the bridge is coming apart.  Is this ever going to be a commute catastrophe!  I am upset, and since a big rainstorm is supposed to hit us tomorrow, I truly wonder what the world is coming to!  Nothing good.  So I'll keep sewing baby quilts in my nest here, and pray for everyone.  Chicken Little, the sky IS falling!