the gift of mondays

I can't read one more thing about the Coronavirus chaos.  I can't hear one more news briefing. Listen to one more opinion. Take into consideration one more theory. One more speculation. One more best guess. I can't and I won't. At least not today. Not because I want to bury my head in the sand and pretend it's not there. But because I've given enough time to what the world says. I've given too many of my minutes to worry, and anxiety and fear. And I refuse to give it anymore.  I know I'm not the only one overwhelmed. We are surrounded by information overload. Some of it accurate. Some of it inaccurate. And us in the middle trying to distinguish between the two. Trying to figure out the truth. People are fighting. And hoarding. And saying awful things to each other. And I wish I could say it was happening far away. In some other country. In some other town. But it's happening in our country. In our town. It's happening rig