There are days when I simply have a little bit of a block and can't figure out what witty thing to write on here. Most days I push through and find something. Some days I don't.
Today, though, as I saw news reports of the attacks in Paris, I was trying to figure out what to say. I looked at some maps and realized that a couple of the attacks were in the neighborhood near where I lived when I lived over there.
I found out this evening that two of the restaurants were within less than a block of my old apartment. One of the news reports listed casualties in my old street.
Christopher asked me whether I was okay - whether there was anything he could do - as I was scrolling through the news feeds with tears running down my face.
I tried to explain what was going on in my head - in my heart - but it's too irrational, emotional, visceral.
I simply have no words.