I have a bit of a sore throat and I'm not feeling that well and it's gray again and Christmas is a week from tomorrow.
I'm supposed to go shopping with Lily and Gibson today and Hank just called and could I please bring him some Mucinex DM if I'm coming to town? and I just re-watched Obama's speech from last night and I feel sort of paralyzed which is how I've felt mostly since the reports started coming in about the tragedy in Newtown and I think we probably all feel this way. Still so stunned and saddened and sickened, too.
Well. What do you do?
You take care of your babies as best you can. You love each other.
You support the politicians who are going to try, despite the complexity of the situation, to do something to prevent more of these slaughters.
You try to ignore the ignorant assholes who claim that the answer is (a) More guns, and (b) More god.
Because if you don't you might start screaming and never stop.
You take back the library books and you bake Christmas cookies and you hold your babies so tightly and you tell the people you love how much you love them and you wash the dishes and you do the laundry and you realize that this moment is all we have.
Or something like that.
I love you.