I am wading through today.

If you shut your eyes and surround yourself with other things then it does go away for a little bit. But then when you open them again and uncross your arms, its half-closed, scorching, bloodshot eyes are staring at you again and its claws are going for your heart.

Today there are manifestations around the country. The people in my building went out onto the street in protest and reflection for five minutes and then got back to work. This thing is happening all over the city, I would imagine.
At lunch time, I'll go to the centre of town and soak up the mood. More reflection, more remembrance.
And tonight that mood will flip over and turn to anger when the people of Barcelona take to the streets against terrorists.

This murder is happening too frequently now. It is a shock that numbs your brain until the next one and the next one and the next one hundred. Eventually they will figure out who was responsible and they will add the name to a list that is ancient and excessively tangental.

Get back to work, get back to lessons, get back to laughing. But don't try to get back to Wednesday. Thursday stays with us, full of regret, riot and eventual resolution.

Don't forget.