It’s Friday
night. Kids’re in bed. The Sonos is on the clock. There’s a cold one on my
coaster and I’m feeling a little troubled. The dinner dishes have been tended
to; coffee’s prepped for the morning. Everyone has clean clothes to wear. The
bills are relatively paid. Car has gas in it. Grass needs mowed, but I’ve still
got two days to get to that before my anxiety starts to churn. Summer’s sunset
is upon us yet we’re mostly dialed in in the back-to-school department. Couple
of fun trips on the horizon and of course, we have our health. In spite of all
that, in spite of everything that’s relatively amazing about the world right
now, there’s a fairly heavy albatross around our necks. And let’s be honest: It’s
gaining weight by the day.
I mean, I’m
completely glossing over that our country is still way too unhealthy, way too
full of hate, and way too helpless to do anything about the fact that there’s
an idiot in charge of us all, but for the most part, I’d imagine that the lives
of many United States citizens is pretty okay.
What I’m
talking about, of course, is the goddamned devices that most of us wake to, sleep
by, and are engaged with perhaps more than anything across the average day. I
don’t need to elaborate on this. You know exactly what I mean. I’m no exception
and, what’s worse is that I don’t have a solution.
