First thing I did when this sequestered lock-down started was ditch the bra. I mean, who cares if I wear one or not?
I used to consume the news every morning over coffee. I’d supplement the broadcast on TV by googling the stories that interested me on my phone, and then I’d get on with my day.
I still do this occasionally, but I tend to stick with a morning show that tells me pertinent information affecting me directly (weather, snow day school closures, transit delays, that sort of thing) rather than the more analytical, opinionated stories that require too much mental power to digest during the first coffee of the day. So a local TV breakfast show rather than a national overview.
Know what I mean?
There’s plenty of time to seek out the national and international news during another part of the day. If at all.
Sometimes however, I may just scan some headlines to get a quick fix; a sort of ‘satisfy my curiosity about x and y without too much detail’. In those circumstances, I tend to ask myself questions but then hesitate to delve deeper to find out more. You know, like this:
My weekday morning habit is to watch a local breakfast morning show while sipping my tea. I watch for school day weather forecasts, school bus delays or cancellations, and traffic accidents for those who commute that morning. Then there’s some news highlights of what’s happening in our city, local events, crime or other stories.
Twice in a half hour they cover the major news, both local and other.
It’s the news that’s depressing me.
I don’t follow Trump on Twitter. Nor the Kardashians, or most celebrities, or even most politicians.
And why not?