I'm not surprised, but I'm saddened. I wanted answers. And I know rationally that no answers would ever be adequate, but it always feels to me like another level of bleak and awful every time (and it happens so often) someone does something this horrifying, this unimaginable, and then disappears himself (and it does so often seem to be a him) and takes all knowledge of whatever reasons or excuses or triggers, or accomplices or manipulators, there might ever have been into eternity and silence with him.
I know no knowledge would be adequate. But the longing, and the despair at it disappearing into the void, is still there.
As much as I'd love answers, I look to the Aurora shooting and the fact that they got the shooter right after and we have yet to have a clue why. Yes, we know he is not right in the head and he had, at one point, agreed to plead guilty but still, no actual reasons.
I saw it on Balloon Juice. Nothing yet on the Globe's site.
... I should stop reading all this, and go walk the dogs instead, and listen to more Aubrey-Maturin novels.
In other news, I got an interview with my friend's firm: two panel interviews, each with two or three people, and not until May 1st. Crap. I think I shall have to study up on energy development in the meantime...
Yay, interview, Consuela! And yay time to study up, I guess. Good luck!
Yay, Consuela!
Nails done. Checked on neighbor's cat. He yelled at me for the thunder. I swear, I have never heard that cat so insistent, and he isn't a quiet cat to begin with.
The crowd is applauding, so it seems like something must have happened.
Suspect in custody, call for medic.
Oh wow. I took a Parks & Rec break!
Jesus. I thought he would be dead, and I was praying he wouldn't take anyone out with him.
