Then for most of the afternoon I was attached to the computer, making up for lost time. I'm almost regretting being back online when I recall how leisurely my days were while I had no computer. Trying to read everything I come across is stressful, but it's a compulsion. I was probably better off years ago when all I had was a daily newspaper and a few magazine subscriptions. Now I've got an endless supply of web sites. It's an embarrassment of digital riches. And I didn't even get around to my usual Wednesday task of making out my shopping list for the week. Where does the time go?
I didn't watch either of the media events today. I'm sure I'll be seeing abstracts of both of them— even the one I really never want to see. But isn't it interesting that DJ T-Rump scheduled his first press conference in six months on the day of President Obama's farewell address? (Or was it the morning after? I lose track of stuff fast these days.) Either way, the Donald reminds me of a toddler who makes a spectacle of himself on his sibling's birthday, just because he can't stand to not be the center of attention for even an hour. Sad.
Oh, look how late it is. I need to go eat something, and it will have to be something that will heat up quickly, because I'm turning that television on at eleven o'clock. Goodnight, Internets.
