So many feelings, fear not anywhere in there. Even if it isn't the dad and daughter pair I've crossed paths with, that is irrelevant. It was a daughter waiting to go swimming with her dad. I hope our community comes together for them.

Oh, Sara, that's so awful. Just heartbreaking.

I just called 911 to report what I'm 99% sure was 2 rounds of gunshots that sounded like they were south of our house. I don't know how far the sound of gunshots travel, so I don't know how far away, realistically, they could have been.

I'm not particularly feeling unsafe, although, yeah, home invasions happen. But it's most likely drug/gang activity. (Which, I should clarify, I'm not happy about, but what I mean is, they're targeting each other, not homeowners. I don't feel like I'm in danger from random violence, but I still wish like hell it would stop.)

I get it. I never have felt unsafe in my hood, but I am definitely known as the hyper vigilant, yell at kids and drunk pissers and go to when a less trigger happy friend wants to know whether 911 or311. (911, unless it is trash.) I always dial 911.

But we definitely have drugs and gangs on the periphery, always finding places to encroach. I'd like there not to be a periphery at all. Tonight wasn't my street because this hood pushes it out pretty effectively ( because I'm not the only asshole busybody.)And it landed on a 3 year old's porch.

I am so sorry, sara. The stupidity of gun violence just... blargh. Senseless.

And now I'm jonesing to be on a jury and pretty sure to be dqed on the kind of case I'd like. Hahfuckinghah.

Senseless is right.

Sucking down my coffee and then off to walk thru that same neighborhood on the way to market. Have concluded not enough hours in this weekend.

I bet people who don't even know you will subconsciously appreciate seeing you going about your usual routine, sara.

This is me starting yard work while it's still cool. 4 minutes after sunrise. Weather.com assures me I have a few hours before it gets hot, let's see how much I can get done.

Eh, sadly in this city, going all about the usual is common and expected. The mayor will come out and speechify, police presence will be up for a bit (though just saw the usual patrol this morning) there'll be prayer vigils and it just keeps going on.

And now I gotta go fix that I'm about to run out of cat food.

Lousy, insomnia-riddled night with lots of time to ponder bad life choices and all that, as well as other questions not only do I not know the answer to, but don't know how to find the answer.

To wit: we call someone who is French-speaking a Francophone, right? Is there a word for someone who speaks Spanish (other than Spanish-speaker)? I've racked my brains, what's left of them, but nothing's jarred loose.

Google suggests Hispanophone.

Clump of grass dug/chopped out of the yard.