I think my world, the real one, is getting smaller by the day. By the minute. At least the part I have conscious access to. The one they've tried to pass off as reality for decades now is fading in the rearview mirror. I've turned off the TV, the radio. I find a lot of "newsy-ish" content here and a few other places online. I do still call up music both from archived mp3 files and online, but for the most part my attention is turned to my neighbors, my garden, the lake, my dogs, my family, and some friends I occasionally share a thought with here. I do cherish these. I'm finding the old concerns of national and world events I've been following since 2008 are painful. I seem to have no control or effect on any of them, and they still bring me a lot of stress if I let them. Everything is so secret. I've dug and searched and prayed over it all. I don't know what more to do. Our situation seems to have deteriorated despite my worry. I have to trust it will all work out. Just being real.