Digging myself out

There is such a tendency recently to focus on the bad news we hear every day. What is the latest ‘horrible’ thing that Washington will foist upon us. I yearn for the days when I realized the folks in DC were there but I didn’t hear about them all the time.

Yesterday I found myself wallowing in despair. My energy was low and I had no motivation to do anything. I was, however, able to read a nice mystery by Susanna Calkins, A Murder at Rosamund’s Gate. It quite possible saved my sanity. It is set in the seventeenth century. The lead female is an English Chambermaid serving in the household of the local magistrate. Check it out it is a good one.

I need to let my imagination work to uplift me instead of sending me into despondency.