I’ve been on a little hiatus from news.

And I have to admit: I don’t miss it. A bit.

Bad news, good news, it’s all the same to me, these days. It’s immaterial. Life goes on regardless.

The zillionth random murder? I don’t want to hear it. It’s not like I can do anything about it.

Another police officer killed in the line of duty? No. Too upsetting.

More people foreclosing? Why do I need to know? It just reminds me that I am under water in PG.

Unemployment up, down, sideways? It’s all lying with statistics, anyway. Government manipulating data.

People in need? I do my part to help but don’t need another touching story to do it.

Yet another child hurt or killed by parents? Wayy too upsetting. Can’t look at the face of another child whose parents don’t deserve her. No.

Animal abuse? Hurts too much. Especially when they get their zillion dollar football jobs back.

I do keep up with irrelevant celeb news and scandal, though. It’s all I can handle. An amusing diversion that doesn’t mean anything. It’s like brain candy–delicious, but with no nutritional value. But after a few days, it’s boring. (Tiger, for example. Ho hum, nine mistresses, moving on….)

I do know that if anything big happens, M. will tell me, as he is on the news sites 24/7.

My life is better for this hiatus from news.

Because none of the news is good.

The ostrich is one smart bird.