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Survived GGC, lots of nice people, generally went well, but I started the con exhausted and so ended it doubly so. Today I took my "rest" in the dentist's chair, since I knew I wouldn't be managing anything useful anyway. Unfortunately, a ton of other projects have deadlines this week, so a half day of rest is really all I get.

In some sort of horrible radial symmetry, while one child's school experience/performance is getting significantly better, the other's is worsening. I would really love a stretch of time where at least 4 out of 5 of us are doing okay. And then there is the outside world to worry about, and I can't keep it all in my head at once or I will go completely mad.

Just.

I mean.

I wasn't going to write about it, but I used to walk by that synagogue every day.

Squirrel Hill is in many ways my ideal neighborhood, and while I don't want to move back to Pittsburgh, it is a place that has little chunk of my heart.

I wish that I were surprised by this horrible massacre, but I'm not. And I wish I were surprised it happened in the same week as the bombing attempts on high-profile Trump antagonists and black people being murdered in a grocery store just because they were black.

I wish I didn't know enough history to be terrified, but, well, back in the day my specialty was graphic design, both everyday and political, in Weimar Germany, and some significant dabbling in looking at the Italian and Russian propagandistic & avant garde art of time. And in non-academic knowledge, I've paid at least a little attention to what's happened in Turkey under Erdoğan in the past few years.

And all I can do right now is vote and try to keep my kids safe and healthy, and it doesn't feel like remotely enough.