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.