Sitting here at my kitchen table, all I hear is the chirping of birds, along with the entirely normal sound of Sadie-beagle snoring on her dog bed nearby. Most days, there would be voices–from the TV. I usually switch on the morning news as soon as the first cup of coffee is ready, but today is an exception. I’ve declared a moratorium on news–earthquakes, another war looming, the economy. What’s next? A giant meteor headed for Omaha?!
I’ve had it. I can’t take it anymore, I tell you. I need a break from the news just to process and assimilate all the bad stuff that’s already happened.
Maybe I’ll tune in again when it gets better. 🙂 Sort of like, “beatings will continue until morale improves.”
Thank goodness I have my story to get lost in. Things are tough in Blue River, Texas, December of 1914, too, of course, but there’s a guaranteed happy ending.
Call me crazy. I love a happy ending.
