I so badly want to be holiday-happy, celebrate that it’s going to be in the 50’s next week, that I’m having lunch with a friend today, that the plumber determined that the smell coming from my bathroom sink was not something expensive wrong with our pipes, and just sink scum that needed some Clorox and hot water (There goes my Good Housekeeping Seal).

But the latest shooting in California is wallpapering my brain right now, and I can’t think of much else. And when I do, try and think of something else, it’s the previous shooting in Paris. I am sitting in my office looking out at a pink sunrise, and wondering what I can do as one little person to help 86 “the new normal.”

I feel like I have said it all before, on this blog, blah, blah, blah gun laws, blah, blah, blah mental health help. But what can I do? Me? How can I rock the boat? There’s something seriously wrong when a room full of people at a Christmas party gets killed with the kind of firepower that should not just casually be hanging around one’s house next to the broom and mop.

This is my cousin’s idea–sue the government over the Second Amendment. I like it. The only arms I feel we need are the ones attached to our shoulders.

How about this quote nobody knows the author of, that I saw on Facebook:

Tell me what I can do, as one concerned citizen to help stop our bang, bang culture. If you have tangible ideas, please share them. I’d be grateful.