And outside these walls, so much is broken with new and different breaks every day. It's overwhelming. My own coping mechanism is to have sympathy for those who are younger and will have to deal with and fix all of this in the years to come. In many ways I am grateful for being old and near the end of my own life and responsibilities. I'm a living chicken little.
Last night I went to sleep to sirens from emergency vehicles. It was so strange. This morning, on my walk, there were a lot of police vehicles cruising the neighborhood. My immediate neighborhood was not involved in the destruction.
I've watched a lot of unscripted local TV news yesterday and this morning. It is, of course, mostly very young people on the streets and in the studio. Their command of language is amusingly different than my own. They have a lot of very different grammar rules than I do. Just more changes to all of the details of the world.
Now I'm going to turn off the TV and make myself breakfast.