I don’t live a big life. My world is small.

Where once I used to travel to places like the Caribbean and Japan, my trips are reduced to the distance between my house and the grocery store, Alex’s day program, and the pharmacy. And occasionally out of town for appointments.

I don’t fly—I drive or if it’s close enough, walk.

So it’s no wonder that I live much of my life outside the confines of my office by exploring online.

And lately, the world online is nothing to write home about. Or if it is, the letter home is overshadowed with fear.

I know I said I’d try to stay away from talking about politics, and I really do try to avoid doom scrolling, but it’s all getting to the point where it affects me personally. And I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to hold out.

I don’t want to be consumed by the news. It’s not good for my health.

The question is becoming whether I want to bury my head in the sand and be surprised by whatever is going to change my life, or if it’s better to see it coming.

Stay tuned.

I’m still trying not to talk about it.