California dreamin'

Last Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday were some of the happiest days of my life. The New York Times didn't deliver the paper. I was in a news free bubble. Everything was right with my tiny tiny universe. What President? What investigation? The Middle East, where's that?  What's a Steve Bannon? Isn't Hamas a dip? I was a blithering idiot, but didn't care. The sun was out, the temperature was 72 degrees, my biggest concern was what SPF level would best prevent wrinkles and delay further aging.  After much pondering and label reading I decided on a nice spf 30. I took my little rescue Tulip for a walk to the local coffee shop where we sat outside and shared a biscotti. I was so calm I checked myself for a pulse. I've never spent a day without the news.  Wow and namaste!

Honestly I didn't miss knowing what was going on in the world. My news free bubble was busy, busy, busy. I went out to buy wine and although it disturbed me slightly to realize they only sell three kinds of grapes in California (cabernet, merlot, pinot noir), I got over it. I sat out in the hot tub, very nice and bubbly. I was getting dumber by the day.  I called the New York Times and complained I didn't get a paper, but realized I didn't care. Who am I?

The very next day the paper got delivered. My idyllic bubble burst before my very eyes. The news slimmed me.  Chaos, testimony, fake news, climate agreements, tax reform, health care and, artic temperatures  bombarded my brain.  I'm anxious, my nerves are shot, and I question my purchase of Spf 30 instead of 50.