Today I’ve felt such a dark sense of foreboding.
I’m trying to spend less time on social media and news surfing. It’s taking a toll. Everything feels like we are teetering on the edge of something big, something dramatic.
The stories posted by health care workers from New York and other cities are so vivid I can taste their fear. Their courage puts me to shame, but I’m angry that our country and their employers have not prepared better for such a day. I don’t understand why we don’t have billions of protective masks squirreled away in an underground vault somewhere. I realize we didn’t see this precise situation coming (although we should have), but catastrophe has hit before and surely we must have known it would strike again.
I failed to post this picture from our walk at Notre Dame yesterday. I’ll post it now and make it my closing prayer for the day.