I have been working on a cute little piece about today being my kids’ 100th day of school this year.

A piece with jokes about what 100 things might also mark this auspicious occasion (i.e. reminding them to brush their teeth every morning for the last 100 days.)

The only thought I have today is that this year, I’ve sent my kids to school 100 times praying that they stay safe. 100 times this year they’ve come home without having been shot. They’ve also not been shot at in a theater, an arcade, a house of worship, or a city street.

Yet.

Yet is the word that hisses and begs to be added to that sentence in the interest of honesty and possibility.

I won’t repeat the memes and the anguished data points right now. I will note with disgust that other than obfuscation and pissy folks trying vainly to be keyboard constitutional scholars…

nothing will be done.

Yet.