Okay, that's three...we're done right?

The ferry crash yesterday forced me out of my news boycott, sent me running back to that acronymic list in my bookmark folder, or The Big Sadness Generator as I call it. By this morning I was certain that if (by chance) it was not the content of the press and media that had caused my recent bout of depression, it sure as hell is now. But you can't run forever. Head gets hot all stuck in the sand, etc. Anyway a grown woman looks kinda silly with her hands over her ears shouting "I'm not listening! I'm not listening!" each time she passes a newsstand, or water-cooler conversation, or Ted Koppel on the TV.

So no more hiding for now. I'll get dressed, and then head into the city. Be very sad that we seem to have occasion to say "Did you lose anyone in the......?" more often than 'hello' or 'good morning' anymore.