This week brought to you by the colour grey.
I wanted to post something cute and quirky, but ever since Friday, all I can think about are all those little boots and mittens, that are probably still on a cloakroom floor. When things like this happen - tragedy that seems like it should have been written, not lived - the general consensus is that it makes you think. About what? Judging by my friends on Facebook, it's an even split between gun control, mental health advocacy, and a deep aversion to ever reading the news, ever again. I find myself falling, distressingly, into the third camp. The first two issues are crucial, but even together they don't seem enough. And every time someone re-posts a simplistic condemnation of the "media" to their wall, the arithmetic gets worse. So, I'm not sure what to do. I go out, I keep busy, and then I write here, hoping to connect, in a warm room which keeps the cold at bay.
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