I was thinking how mentally exhausted I was when a friend who’s had two strokes and lost the sight in an eye called to ask how I was doing. I told myself to shut up.
I was thinking that a week ago I was in Mexico, where many American tourists are afraid to go. Because of the violence.
I was thinking about the wrapped gifts already purchased and waiting under the Christmas tree for kids who will never get to open them.
I was thinking that when I was in elementary school, the only drill we had to learn was getting under a wooden desk to protect ourselves from an atomic bomb. (And I’m still congratulating myself for never believing that desk would stop the bomb.)
I was thinking that I can’t stop thinking about the families. That includes the Lanzas, Peter and Ryan.
I was thinking we all owe Ryan Lanza an apology for reporting he was the shooter. And that he shot his father in New Jersey. Which he didn’t. There has to be a better way.
I was thinking that State Police Lt. Paul Vance is one helluva guy. But I’ve always thought that.
I was thinking Morgan Freeman is a great actor gifted with the voice of god, but does not speak for the nation, and did not author an anti-news media treatise.
I was thinking it’s too easy to perpetrate a hoax.
I was thinking President Obama is an incredible speaker.
I was thinking we have to put his words spoken in Newtown into action.
I was thinking I should stop thinking for a while.