I was sitting here trying to write something about having purchased the wrong cereal, but I can't manage it.
We heard today that a boy who graduated just last year has ended his life. I did not know this boy. It is not my personal loss. Still. We shared a building for four years. I applauded at his concerts. He was taught by my friends. He was beloved by students I do know.
Most simply, though, he was 18 and will never be 19. That, I think, is a loss we all share.
It feels trivial to the point of offensive to write about cereal today. We'll try for funny again tomorrow.