This town in through the looking glass.

  • Jan. 7, 2021, 1:23 a.m.
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The first time I felt truly afraid in this city I was sitting helplessly at my desk as I listened to an endless barrage of helicopters and sirens and the whispers of coworkers trying to account for everyone working out of the Navy Yard on the day a lone gunman killed 12, back in 2013. I was two months into the job and barely knew any of my coworkers. We were half a mile down the street. For years after, the sound of sirens sent me into a panic.

I don’t even really know what to say about today.

I was home with H. We even ventured downtown for a doctor’s appointment in the morning. Things seemed okay. Then they weren’t. But I don’t get to fall apart anymore. I have to keep it together, for him. I have to stay calm even in the face of endless sirens, of horrifying images on the TV screen, again just half a mile down the street.

I can only steal a moment, poised in front of a sink full of dirty dishes, to silently sob.

Last updated January 07, 2021

MissSapphire January 07, 2021 (edited January 07, 2021)


Today was tough... exhausting. I'm just glad all of us on the local side took heed to the Mayor, MPD and other warnings to stay home and not engage with them. Glad to know my folks that had to be out there, especially on The Hill, checked in and are ok. Stay safe out there. sigh

MLbA MissSapphire ⋅ January 07, 2021

Part of me wants to stay up and bake cookies for all the Hill folks who live in our apartment building. But I think I'm just too damn emotionally spent to actually do it. Stay safe, take care of yourself. Hopefully the end is near.

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