Today was very full: email, signing petitions, writing to congressmen, walking, grocery shopping, annual doctor's appointment, errands. The workers at the local grocery were wearing shiny purple or gold bead necklaces, reminding me that today must be Mardi Gras---Fat Tuesday.
I had been invited tonight to a gathering of friends who meet for spiritual practice followed by potluck. I spent the entire evening doing the unthinkable: NOT checking my email, nor listening to the news, nor hearing the president's speech. And I must say, I feel more peaceful, calm and centered during this private boycott than I have felt since November; so I think I will continue observing the media fast until tomorrow morning.
I am going upstairs at what is, for me, an early hour. I will say good night to Bracha the cat, who sleeps curled up in her basket nearby, and meet Mazal the cat upstairs where she considerately warms the place in the bed where my feet will go.
Surely I will be more strengthened to face today's news by tomorrow.
Blessings; good night.