Love and a very short fuse

Pardon the inconsistent timeline; I wrote this last Thursday and just got to post it today.

Since that foot fiasco over the summer I've only really been running since the beginning of October. Monday was the first day it felt natural again. Today's run was short - just one loop of the park - but it reminded me how much I love it and how it clears ye olde noggin like nothing else.

During the run I got Leonard Cohen's "Anthem" stuck in my head ("There is a crack, a crack in everything / That's how the light gets in") and realized that what the world needs is another blog post quoting that song, so here is that post. 

...and I feel fine.

People, horrified by whatever the latest turn of the 2016 election is, claim they simply can't pay attention to media coverage anymore lest they clutch their pearls so tightly they choke. But the same people, according to this radio piece, have apparently also stopped going to the movies and watching TV, and have even foregone football (heavens!) for the sake of the real-life drama of “forcible grabbing, groping, small hands and tongue gymnastics in the current presidential election” (not sure what that last one's about TBH). And, so the argument went, the reason they're doing so is to sate their addiction to "junk entertainment."