I’m crying as I write this. — I thought it would still be a few days to see that America hit the 100,000th COVID-19 death. I literally had just checked the news 30 minutes ago, then checked again. There it was. Loud and clear. I burst out crying, my stomach in knots. All these poor souls, their grieving families. I’m shaking to the bone. I’m still in shock at it all. As I look at that horrifying number of 100,000, then I look at the photos of tens of thousands frolicing in massive crowds over the holiday weekend, without a care in the world, as if none of this really happened. I’m numb. I’m crying. My anxiety is paralyzing right now.