Sour Tinged Sunday

A good day, but completely tainted by dark and dreary overtones from the YWAM shooting.

I can't quite wrap my mind around the idea of losing two YWAMers forever. We did have one leave a while ago as you might remember and that day was a pretty big downer, and even then we all know she's alive and well at home.I can't grasp the idea of two people here being gone forever.


Well I went to church down the road, and that's where I found out about the YWAM shooting so that cloud was hovering over all of the events of the day.

Anyways, I did laundry and did some running and stuff, y'know, responsible stuff that I need to do once in a while.

I also got to play street hockey with some of the guys, we have a completely vacant parking garage under the apartment so as dark and void of natural light as it may be, it's presence is an invitation for hockey. So I did that for a while, it was pretty fun.

Then I went down the street to check in on the jazz group. I got to talk to them for a while, help put stuff away, just hanging out with them.

So I'm not sure how today was.

Arrivederci.