horror

i've spent the last several mornings glued to the news as i get ready for work. it's so pathetic, my sitting there crying at the devastation while i drink my coffee in my nice warm house, getting ready for a pleasant day of helping people plan their vacations. it a bit sick, really and it feels criminal. there's so much that needs to be done in the aftermath of this tragedy, but i feel so unable to help. sometimes comfort should repulse us, and today mine does.