I Am Not A Morning Person

I don't watch TV in the morning.  It makes me grumpy.  I just don't like chatter or noise.

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.

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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.