A lot of people are good at quick reactions to the kind of day we had yesterday. I’m not. I mean, of course, I had the usual thoughts.
- Ban the guns.
- The door opening, and the kids looking up.
- Oh, god, scratch that.
- Annoyed with the reporters, scrambling for information, who have no choice, no role here but to offer their first reactions. They lack the same talents I do.
- But I’m watching anyway.
- The best kid friend I have is just at the right age to have been in the room.
I don’t know that adding these to the soup helps much. I just keep hearing Adrienne Rich, who I’m working on a thing about. “The waste of my love goes on this way.” It’s a poem about something else but about this too.
I’m going for a long walk today. Hope you go outside, too.
