No news was good news
I am at the end of my fast from the news media. I am none the worse, and much the better after this sabbatical from news and chatter created anxiety. I walked with Penne at leisure, prayed, spot cleaned some stains in my very old bedroom carpet, defrosted and cooked the last of my "fourth of July Special" steak, and ate it with sautéed asparagus and green bell pepper. ================================== A friend from Church is in the hospital having had part of one leg amputated earlier this week. Soon he will begin receiving treatments for bladder cancer. I visited him today. His room T.V. was on (chatter, chatter, chatter from CNN). At my request he turned it off in less than a minute. For once I was not in a hurry. He opened up and chatted not about the surgery, but about many of the sad failures and disappointments of his life. I listened. You know, sometimes we meet people in Church where they put on a good face, leading us to believe that th...