I confess that I am weary from grief and worry.
I confess that last week was rough. Monday, a suicide attempt by a dear soul who was living with us at the time. Wednesday, my best friend’s nephew died inexplicably. He was just shy of two years old. Friday… you know about Friday.
I confess that everything I’ve read in defense of gun rights in the past few days has seemed very weak and futile.
I confess that I do not have the energy to confess much more today.