A bad day for a bad day
What an f-ed up day. First, this. This week's candidate for the Worst Story Ever. Then, tornadoes blow through the Very Large Metropolitan Area. The damage was nowhere close to me or mine, but close enough that we had to mention it in the newspaper. This is one of the reasons I desperately miss being a sports writer. In the sports section, it's very rare that somebody dies or loses his/her home. In the real world, it happens every day, in some very bad ways.

I shouldn't let it affect me so much. But I do, and it does.