My heart hurts too much

I promise I will share all the delights of our last 36 hours in Chicago (even the parts that involve napping), but right now, I just can't.

I woke up this morning to find out, through Facebook, that people were being evacuated. That there were fires raging all over Santa Rosa, some within a few miles of our house.

It's bad enough to have the conversation about what to keep/what to leave. But it's worse to know that some of your favorite people on earth have had to do that and now have to live with the result.

We have friends who lost everything. And I'm helpless to do anything for them.

If there is even a smattering of good, it's the realization that even in this horrific time, or even potentially more horrific ones, we have the capacity to help each other and be good. It's the only thing that really matters and gets us through.

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