Sad Day

I turned on the radio this morning as I was trying to wake up.  Through the fogginess, I heard something about a shooter in the Navy Yard.  Wait, what?  Are you serious?  I laid in bed with my face still mashed to the pillow, listening to the preliminary details.  Oh, no.  I heard it right.  That wasn't some messed up dream.  I spent most of the day having the television on, trying to keep updated on the news.  It sounded like a scene from NCIS, except this was real life.  Listening to the death toll rise was also disheartening.  :'(  People just wanted to go to work and do their thing this morning!  Why do people do such awful things?!  What a sh*tty way to start the work week.