Okay, existential anguish hour over.
(It's like tea time, but with fewer geopolitical feuds over the correct method of preparation.)
Back to work. ποΈπ
Be kind to yourselves.
We're all just muddling through.
Your existential grief is justified, though grief never need be justified.
Today we grieve; we scream; we howl. We remember Bucha; we remember the oasis of love, Kibbutz Beβeri. Tomorrow we will extol the good that surely raises its head over, and over, but today we grieve.
@MLClark
*muddles morosely*