I'm home feeling crappy and decide to watch news. The first thing I see is a plane crash. Not just a plane crash but one that hit a building...again. The fact that there is an again would be enough, but this is a different point I want to make. As I flip the channels, I see it's either soap operas or the plane. Just yesterday we were watching the news and the lead story was a baby that was kidnapped and tossed off a bridge. If that's not the worst thing I've ever seen on TV without meaning to, nothing is. Following that one, is a story about a woman shooting her co-workers at a faculty meeting. Ok really? As the mood sours and settles slow as oozing molasses I mention how annoyingly tragic it is that there is nothing positive on the news...ever. We agree the news is not a happy place. With this in mind I can't watch it today either.
Therefore I decide to go out and get tea. My throat hurts, I've got a headache and screenface. I drive to Starbucks, get my Om and sip slowly savoring the smooth, green, soothing serum. As I head home, I see cops and traffic. In the five minutes that it took me to get my tea, someone crashed into...a fence, then a car inside the fence, then a bench, and where did the bench end up? In the house of those who own said fence. Amazing. Not only has most of the ice melted, but it's not snowing, not raining, and really I just couldn't comprehend that I just missed it by a minute.
So I pop a U-Turn and head home. When I get there I turn on my computer, avoid the TV and avert my eyes from the smoking tail section glaring at me from Yahoo...not again.
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