I spent today working on library programs for Black History Month. I do this around this time every year, but this year I decided to start early. Because it feels especially important this year to acknowledge black history, women's history, LGBT history, native history, etc. etc. I couldn't bear to turn on the television or listen to the radio (do you have any idea how noisy a car is when the radio is off?!). My Twitter feed today looks like it did for much of 2016: painful, drawn out and full of death (mostly figurative) and despair (entirely literal). Now that I'm home, I plan on doing my damndest to drink the pain away. Tomorrow, we march.