The one good result for this morning is this: It. Is. Over.
We know better (though not completely) what we face. The shock will wear off. The disequilibrium will subside.
For me, it’s not anger. I understand why this happened.
As I was finishing off the last crumbs of pumpkin pie after the big, annual Richardson Thanksgiving Day feast, I caught this snip of a conversation between two extended family members, one a 24-year old girl who was struggling to finish college, the other a girl in middle school who clearly…