What is wrong with people?

Wow, if that isn't the million-dollar question. I do not have an answer. But it's 2025, and somehow we find ourselves at the edge of an abyss. Democracy's hurtling itself into a pit of darkness from which it may not recover. How did we get here? That's a subhead to the first question. I have no answers. What I do have are coping mechanisms. Top of the list: avoid social media. I ditched Facebook and Instagram (and never hopped the Twitter train to begin with). 

The problem with saying goodbye to those platforms? I have nowhere to blabber about the mundane minutia of my daily existence. What do I do with myself if I can't share my latest knitting project or rave about a book I just read or post pics of my adorable cockapoo? Does anyone care? Doesn't matter. I do, and I'm so addicted to documenting life with a blurb and a pic, I just don't want to give it up. 

Will anyone read this? Maybe not. Maybe I'll just post as sort of an online diary. That was my favorite part of FB anyway: the memories. I loved looking back at what I was doing 5 years earlier: what I ate for lunch, where I walked the dog, what I thought about some political move that seemed so outrageous at the time (hey, 5 years ago, HOLD MY BEER). 

So grab a beverage in your favorite mug and join me for ponderings, drivel, the latest updates on which project I'm tackling next: prayer shawl, cowl, or a series of cup cozies. It's riveting stuff, people. Try to keep up.