I spent last week trying to take care of myself. I decided to lose myself in literature. I went to the library and took out the last five books of Marcia Muller's Sharon McCone mystery series.
Muller has a great sense of place. I turn the corners with her. I recognize the buildings she describes. I've sat on the grass in the parks she traverses. I was delightfully invested in the characters and the surroundings.
I wasn't thinking about anything Tucson related at all. That was the goal. I was happy, I went through one, two, three and a half books reveling in my new companions' travels and travails in San Francisco until Sharon McCone hears about the shooting in Tucson... where "Gabby Giffords was shot.... and six people died.... one of them a kid"
NO. That was my kid. I was there. And that's not where I wanted to be again.
The best laid plans.......