Information Overload

So I woke up the other day and went through the usual routine - let the dogs out, feed the cats, let the dogs in and feed them, make a cup of coffee, go out and pick up the paper from the driveway, and drink the coffee.

And, suddenly, I was paralyzed. I just sat there, cup to my lips, my mind just so overloaded from reading the paper that I couldn’t come up with a single cohesive thought.

Trump did this. Trump did that. Pence did this. Bannon did that. People in ______ are upset about our new national policies. Trump may have actually done something right, and deserves credit for a wise decision.  (Yes. I actually agree with him on something). Trump tweeted. Trump trumped himself.

That’s what my life has become. Information overload. Without any real information.

I know the Trump Motus Operandi. Promise everything and deliver nothing. Although lately it seems to have changed to promise one thing and deliver another, or just deliver something no one ever expected and claim you are just living up to your promise. 

Its change. Its change. That’s what I promised.

Just imagine a small child being sent to their room, crying “I know I promised to be good, but I never promised good to who.”

I can’t turn on the TV or the radio without hearing about the latest Trump this or Trump that, and the list of commentators who are right - who are so right - has been building like an avalanche. Good God (an insight here) I seem to be adding to this myself.

And, I can’t stop. Information overload. Wait. Look over there. Dodd-Frank must be preserved. Look over there. Out the window. The warmest year on record, once again, and its raining, not snowing in February.

Or over there, at our allies, who are feeling the wrath. Even Vladimir Putin seems to have been double-crossed.

And my coffee was getting cold. And the dogs were barking. And the cats were being cute. And I turned the page without really seeing it.

God help me.