I have been thinking today is Tuesday. It makes no sense because I thought yesterday was Wednesday. Maybe tomorrow I will think it’s Christmas, or better yet, Purple. Who knows. This week has been a heavy one. It’s easy to watch the horrors unfolding and worry about what kind of world our kids are growing up in. It’s scary. I had an active shooter dream a few nights ago and woke up, panicked. It’s the stuff of nightmares whether you’re awake or asleep.
There’s a wonderful Mr. Rogers quote that floats around when this all-too-often event takes place: