Exhausted

Short one today.

I went to the trial and was lucky enough to get a seat in the crowded undersized courtroom.  I was seated behind the defense and stared a serial killer in the eye until he looked away.  Then I kept staring.  I understand now that he's a human, but I don't have any further insight.

Esme's mother Lisa was amazingly brave and poised.  She broke down a few times, but she did what she had to do.  She's a wonderful mother and I imagine she faced this latest in a long parade of horrors to live up to her obligation of mother.

I know this is unbearable for Esme's family, but I have to think that having this testimony completed is a huge hurdle.

I have to say that I am surprised by the aggressiveness of the media.  I did what I could to get in between their sneaky iphone cameras and Lisa.  So if you see footage of a polka dotted trench coat, you know that's me.

I'm exhausted.  Really exhausted.  Going to go exercise, then maybe a meditation class.  I'm writing down what I saw today, then I'm going to try to let it go.