I worry that if I stare it all right in the face it will eventually be too much. Or worse, that I’ll become numb to it. That I’ll start to care a little less every time.But, I know there are people counting on exactly that. Looking away isn’t an option.So I compartmentalize my despair. A survival mechanism in modern America.  Putting the newsletter together this week was an attempt to do that for a few hours. This isn't "moving on" or "carrying on like nothing happened." Just giving my psyche a rest by focusing on some stuff I love.I feel compelled to acknowledge it, so there you go.I was thinking about how often I write "take care" at the end of emails without giving it any actual thought. There's no moment of genuine reflection where I think, "I hope this person will actually take care of themselves and the people around them."But I am thinking about all of that as I write this to you now.Take care.