Spent most of yesterday gutted. Between the massacre in Orlando and medical emergencies in the family, it was a terrible day. I spent the whole afternoon in the strangest emotional state -- taut yet fragile.
It stormed in the afternoon, too, with fierce wind and rain so intense that our street flooded. I watched a wheelie bin float by our building like it was white water rafting. I didn't cry until water started pouring into our bedroom through a gap in the seal around a window pane. But at least that was something I could clean up -- something I could fix.
I could feel something other than helpless for a minute.