I stopped watching tv news a while ago, so was spared all that, at least.
I don't know what to say about yet another mass shooting. They keep happening, and the body counts go up. And the NRA pumps money into politics and nothing changes. This is the status quo.
Petty's death hit me hard. It's like he has been playing in the background for most of my life. I first heard The Heartbreakers in 1977, in a common room in our barracks. Somebody was playing Breakdown, and I wandered in to see who it was. I was hooked. By the time I returned to the US in 1978, they were all over the airwaves in LA.
I stayed up late last night listening to his music. I was tired this morning, but felt like it was an earned tired.
I am doing one of those black and white challenge things on Facebook, and this was today's entry. Limoncello cake from our dinner at the local Italian seafood place. We walked in this evening and the woman who runs the place, along with her parents, recognized us. I felt like a real regular until an older couple came in and asked who was cooking this evening. The cook came out to see them, and then wandered over to our table to ask about how our meals were. He kissed Malida's hand, and shook mine. I like that place.