Duct Tape Blues

I don't know how many days I have been living with this Orange cloud over my head. I don't want to see or hear the news anymore. I think I'll just stick my head in the ground, paint a big target on my butt, and wait for whatever to happen. Will I become dust particles after an atomic blast, or maybe become a spasmodic body full of boils and bleeding sores. Such a deal. Today was a sunny day, I put off digging a hole in the ground for that target-on-my-butt thing I just mentoned. It amazes me how a little light can alter my mood like that. I hate to think what I would be like if I lived in England. I need something uplifting in my life, and I am not going to find it on CNN. Maybe I'll erase all the news venues and just leave the cooking channel.