I think bears have the right idea. They hibernate through the winter, living off the fat of their bodies while they sleep away. I’m not saying I want to sleep for months on end, but right now I do want to withdraw from the world at large.
I don’t want to hear about how we’re winning or losing the war in Iraq. I don’t want to watch the daily stock market. And I especially don’t want to learn of local gossip.
Given my preoccupation with getting my house back in order from our remodeling project and then getting it ready for the Christmas holiday, I haven’t had much time to study current events anyway. World War III could have been declared and I would be oblivious. I wonder if I would be better off too.
Sometimes I feel guilty for not keeping up, for not knowing what’s happening out there. But for the most part, I feel entitled. The outside world is like a soap opera; not a lot of significance occurs in any given day. So you can tune in a week from now and probably get the gist of things. In fact, you might be better off doing so, even if you miss the day-to-day minutiae. And that’s what a lot of it is.
Snow fell today, enough to cover our walks and suggest I get out the shovel. But I didn’t. Instead, I reveled in the fact that it was icy out; and, therefore, I didn’t need to venture forth. Nor would anyone saunter up our walkway. So I burrowed further, writing and working and generally hibernating. It was wonderful.
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