I did surprisingly well yesterday in not following the news. Honestly, it turned out to be easier than I expected once I had a sense of what was actually happening. I’m not sure I’ll be following the news for the next couple of weeks—maybe even the next four years.
I promised myself I wouldnt read, view, listen to or in any way consume a single data point of reporting, analysis, wishcasting, whatever about the US election this week. Not until it was all over, bar the civil war.
I have, of course, failed miserably in that.
But today… today will be different. I mean it this time.
I won’t be checking a damn thing until at least the cocktail hour this evening.
I was surprised to open the mail box and find a postcard from my daughter the other day. She’s travelling at the moment but it never occurred to me that she would do something so antique as sending hard copy. I’m glad she did though. I quite liked it.
It's been about a week since I deleted my Twitter account and signed out of Facebook, and honestly, I'm feeling pretty good about it. I don't miss Twitter at all. Over the last year, it had turned into such a festering sinkhole. Still, totally, finally nuking the account was a big decision. Facebook is a bit harder to drop; a few friends and family scattered around the world still rely on it to stay in touch, so I'm sort of stuck with it.
I removed the old towel I’d folded and laid out on my desk for the cat/s to sleep on while I’m in the office. It needed to go in the laundry.
This, of course, was the worst thing any human had ever done since we were domesticated many thousands of years ago.
I was glared at continually for twenty minutes.
