Bad times

My good mood this holiday weekend was tempered by events in the middle east. Everyone there seems fine with killing each other. It only gets easier as the days pass, each one providing the justification for tomorrow’s reprisal.

Yeah, I know. This is nothing new. You hear it all the time. It can make you numb. Maybe it was the holidays, my good mood leaving me vulnerable to reversal. This morning I was driving to work, listening to NPR… listening to the reports of Israeli airstikes in crowded Gaza, and the Hamas missles flying back into Israel.

It was like the novocaine wore off and the ache set back in.

Give the gift of words.