May 14, 2017… Day 115
Even now some Sundays still seem quiet… especially if you don’t have TV and can only interpret the Sunday morning political shows through the cheesecloth of Sunday morning Twitter.
I wrote a letter to Chuck Schumer about Arctic drilling, and I listened to the news, scanned Twitter, and watched SNL clips on YouTube. But mostly, it was a day off.
Party of Five on Netflix for background noise while I’m cleaning my apartment. Telecommunications and the news cycle were different then.
These are my before and after Zumba selfies. They are also before coffee and before coffee.
This cropped up in my Facebook timeline:
And this was in my Twitter feed:
And then once I fell down THAT rabbit hole:
Tomorrow will be a new day and a new week, with a new crop of calamities, headlines, hopes, fears, rumors, podcasts, White House briefing questions, Congressional floor speeches, Trump tweets, the gazillion real-time data points of the stock markets, infographics, a new daily Gallup poll number, The Daily 202 column from the Washington Post, and The Daily podcast from The New York Times, which alternately soothes me and enrages me without meaning to. There will be so much snipping tool and so much scribbling.