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  • Keith worked yesterday (and is intending to work next Saturday, too). Our walk got delayed by making reservations at the Homewood and the Pinery and various other delays and THEN, just as we were leaving to go walk, it started sprinkling—we decided to go anyway, but had a bunch of errands to do first: books to return to the library, checks to deposit at the bank, late Christmas cards to mail, and so on. By the time we did those, it was pouring, so we decided to walk at the mall—Eastland mall, the closest mall.

    By then it was dinner time, so we were hoping it wouldn’t be hopping, but it pretty much was. We’d walked 31 of the goal 45 minutes when suddenly there was shouting, loud noises, people running pell mell, security guards pushing families into stores, gates coming down on the stores. Oddly, though most of the people were running away from the closed section of the mall, a few, running at top speed, ran into the closed section. Keith thinks they may have been plainclothes security people or police officers. We were forced to turn around from the way we were going and decided to head out of the mall, after being informed by a security guard that shots had been fired and the mall was going into lockdown.
  • As we were heading out, an ambulance and five cop cars streaked by ultra-fast, dangerously so, considering it was dark, raining and there were small children emerging from the mall.

    Last night, I had two nightmares about the shooting. In the first one, the shooter was pursuing me through the crowds at the mall, through various stores. I woke up petrified, got up, walked around, went back to bed, and resumed the dream—now the shooter was pursuing me out of the mall into mountains with huge rough jumbled rocks. I discovered I could no longer run or climb as well as I could when I was younger, but then realized the shooter had given up the chase.
  • I just looked up what happened and was saddened to hear that the shooting, so close to where we were, was a targeted killing—sad that someone died. On the other hand, I suppose a random shooting might have killed more people, including us.

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    We are leaving tomorrow to drive 400 miles to upstate NY to visit family there for the holidays. My internet has been down, and still is, on my primary computer.
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