I eat breakfast in silence. And I'm good with that. I walk the dog in silence. And I'm good with that too.
But once in a while, it sort of backfires on me.
Yesterday, I didn't even get around to checking personal emails until 11 something. When I noticed that I had notices from every possible news source regarding the shooting in DC.
That happened at 8 something. Three hours earlier! Three hours went by with the nation in turmoil and I had no bloody clue!
I probably won't change my mind about morning television being akin to nails on a chalkboard, but I really do need to make sure I look at personal emails earlier in the day.
AND...it hit home even more when I realized that I used to live just a few blocks from the Navy Yards. I'm not sure when I last made note of it on here but I lived on the Hill, like 30 feet from Eastern Market, for several years. And I miss it daily.
I know there will never be an answer that is satisfactory but the great big "why?" is just eating away at me. Why, why, why would anyone do such a horrible thing?! And why was this man cleared to work there with such a shady lady past? So many big questions.
In other news, I didn't feel great yesterday. Nothing huge, I'm fine. But I was distracted. I guess. Because I forgot all about a meeting that I had scheduled for last night. Until my girlfriend sent a text saying she would be late as she was just in a fender bender. And in my head, I was all, "late for what?" It took me a few moments to figure out what she was talking about. I ended up canceling the entire meeting, still feeling like blah and on top of that feeling like a big jerk who just flaked and wasted people's valuable time. AND...questioning how I could possibly forget this meeting. That is so not like me to forget that kind of stuff.