It’s Saturday evening, March 9th, as I write this. I have spent my usual amount of time browsing through the day’s news, and have come to the conclusion that there is just too much of it . . . and it’s all dreadful. Apparently, if it’s not bad, it’s just not news.

And I’m weary. Weary of reading — and writing — about wars, and assassinations, and mass shootings, and natural disasters, and hatred, and stupidity, and greed, and people hell-bent on destroying the world. The only world we’ve got. So I’m not going to do it today, and I’m not sure about tomorrow yet. I’ll let you know.

If we’re still here tomorrow.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
3/10/24