No Words

There really are no words. You can roll “horrible” and “terrible” and “tragedy” through your mouth over and over until you run out of spit, but that’s not going to begin to describe the situation when they start counting the bodies.

The media has been bandying about numbers under a hundred. I think they’re off by an order of magnitude. At least. I hope I’m wrong. I’d really, really like to be wrong.

On Monday, I ordered a six-pack of Cafe du Monde beignet mix from a store in Virginia Beach. It arrived this afternoon.

I’d much rather think about beignet mix.