What do we do?

They published the names of the victims in Newtown this evening. The 20 children killed were all 6 and 7 years old. I have a 7 year old. I send him to school every day and think about him all day long. My first son was stillborn. I can't even begin to imagine the crush depths of grief those parents are feeling, and the lifelong scars the other children in that school will bear. And yet ... there are places in this country where gun violence, though not massive like this, is routine. There are places around the world where, right now, children are suffering terribly. There is too much hurt. What do we do? 

Reading:
for writers group

Writing:

no, and my power cord for my laptop shorted out

Dinner:
Kim and I created on of the best meals I have ever cooked.
Fabulous polenta (made with coarse cornmeal, almond milk, water, rosemary, thyme, bay leaf, and olive oil) spread in a pan to set and then layered with roasted grapes tomatoes, roasted peruvian potatoes, roasted blue oyster mushrooms tossed with garlic, and arugula lightly dressed with olive oil, lemon & orange juice, and salt. 

Dessert was a rather bizarre (nearly) frozen concoction of cream of coconut, lime juice, and crushed candy cane.

Oh, and Kim made great mulled wine.

Soundtrack:
I kept thinking about The Clash today, but never got to a place to play music.

O DJ'ed for a while during dinner prep and played Queen, Young MC, Michael Jackson, Jackson 5, Weird Al, and Nirvana. Z sight read christmas carols for the violin.

Random thing:
Tiger cat sandwiched between old throw pillows, the cream to a very exotic cookie.