I wish I’d posted my mostly daft ramblings before now. It would have been so much easier to write.
I would have carried on with my post-Thanksgiving retail rant. I probably would have whined a bit more about the materialization of a religious holiday. I might have had one or two cat stories – or maybe shared with you my “most bizarre injury I’ve ever had” tale. I am positive I would have done a lot of gloating about our election.
I may have, but I won’t now. The unbelievably tragic event that devastated a small town over 1,000 miles from me has, for now, left me numb. It’s difficult for me to understand on any level. I can’t read or watch the news. I think that when I reflect upon all the mass-killings in the US and other countries this year, I’m not wondering so much about guns, but how we continually fail, or turn a blind eye to the people who are so desperately dangerous to themselves and others. We are paying a high price here.
So I will simply share my cards and wish everyone the joy of family and friends.
Peace,
Michelle
