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.