I frighten myself. I imagine I frighten a lot of you gentle souls. For that, I'm sorry.
Like many, I couldn't sleep last night. Charlie has a little cold. An earache from swimming. Every time he coughed in the next room, I was reminded how being a parent, even a grandparent, is having your heart outside of your body for the rest of your life. In its place, I have a black hole full of lightning and lasers.
Awake, I kept imagining the terror in that classroom. Do you really think they all died instantly? There is no god that good.
If anyone says "thoughts and prayers" to my face, they may well experience the wrath of Kali.
When I did fall asleep, I imagined myself moving through the night with a machete in each hand. Finding the NRA puppets, one by one. Slashing. Laying waste. I have never been more furious at being an old woman.
All I have is my vote, and I did earlier in the day. What money I can spare will go to the Blue candidates who need it most.
Beto was magnificent today. And I can't wait for the 1/6 findings to be televised. The revolution WILL be televised.