Gem and I got out very early this morning. We were accompanied by the sounds of shovels on pavement. It was still dark. I carried her over the salted areas of sidewalk. The snow was gorgeous as it fell yesterday, but it was impossible to forget the horror of the killing of that brave, lovely man in Minneapolis. The cruelty and injustice is hard to ignore or forget, even during a moment of personal happiness or comfort or connection. Underneath everything is the uneasiness, the anxiety, the sense that everything is being lost. What to do?