Bad news blasts from every vista. Trouble drops down from the top tier of government and bubbles up from the bottom of the sea. Even the air is smudged with the smoke of our national forests, burning. Other eras knew trying times; ours knows all news, all the time.
The flip side of endless information is endless entertainment, and that’s where things get truly grim. Have you watched “The Handmaid’s Tale”? Who streams torment, on purpose? Almost everyone.
The constant con calls for some pro, like those cheerful T-shirts that proclaim: pro-gluten, prosecco, profiterole. As am I. Especially profiterole. The little pastry puffs, stuffed with ice cream and doused in chocolate syrup, can’t cure all our ills. But they do a swell job trying.