Another horrible act of violent murder yesterday has made me numb. It's just too much--how can we go on with our meaningless daily routines?

Skipper called me and said she didn't feel good, so I drove Elisa and Valley to school. Ray had gotten up by the time I got back. We had a walk--it was frosty cold, but the sun started to warm it up. We worked on our Christmas packages to ship. I showered and dressed in my good suit. My good shoes are uncomfortable and I looked for the right socks.

I dropped Ray off at his office and went to my interview. I had to wait a little while and then I was told to fill out an application, which pretty much dupliclated the information from my resume, except it asked for three professional references. I wasn't really prepared, except, fortunately, I had some contact info in my phone. After about half an hour, I met with the director, who I knew, for about 15 minutes. They want someone to make cold calls to potential donors and organize events, including recruiting volunteers. This is a part-time temporary position and it pays $11/hour. She has several interviews. She did not seem very interested in me. I was embarrassed. It felt pathetic.

I went to the car wash--it's the kind you drive through, so it was sort of fun--I wished I had a child with me. That is where I was captive of the TV news and heard some of the details of the shooting.

Then I picked up Ray and we picked up Elisa at the high school. We stopped at the St. Mary's thrift store and bought a few items to put in the holiday packages. She did not seem very interested, although she doesn't complain. Then we headed home.

We had pork steak, rice, and frozen yellow beans, not very exciting, but satisfying.

We went to Memorial Hall at UGA for the Jingle Ball. There were foxtrot and swing lessons, general dancing, and some lovely performances. There were a couple people we knew from our dance lessons, particularly Natalie, the instructor. Elisa mostly sat and watched, she didn't want to dance, but one gentleman convinced her to come up for part of the swing lesson. There were also a few items being auctioned silently to benefit Project Safe. I left my check in case I won something.