As of 12:01 a.m. on this Monday, March 3rd (U.S. Eastern Standard Time), I find that I am empty . . . blank . . . hollow . . . a complete thesaurus of synonyms for blah.

Oh, there’s plenty in the news to write about . . . too much, in fact. And that’s just the problem. I reached the point on Sunday where I couldn’t face another article about Donald Trump, Elon Musk, Russia, China, Ukraine, Israel/Gaza, or the self-aggrandizement of the Academy Awards.

For relaxation, I binge-watched an entire season of Shetland on BritBox — a wonderful series about murder and mayhem on the rocky, wind-swept islands off the coast of Scotland. I love that show; but it’s not exactly designed to catapult a person into a cheery mood.

But I didn’t have the energy for anything else — just sat around in my pajamas, nibbling junk food, thinking I should pick up my iPad and try to direct my mind elsewhere. But nothing happened. Even the historic events of this date in years past that I usually find so interesting didn’t move me.

The well is currently dry. And I blame Donald Trump. Because I need someone to blame, and his name is at the top of my list of people to hold responsible for just about everything these days, from the price of toilet paper to the increased speed with which my fingernails have been growing.

So I’m going to hit the sack now, because I’m beginning to ramble. Hoping for a better day after I get some sleep.

Thanks for hanging in there with me.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
3/3/25