My desert island.

Turned off a news program tonight. And thought. I should do this more often. Because I’d probably feel better. Not knowing what’s happening in the world. Could be that ignorance is bliss. The less I know, the happier I’d be.  I have fantasized. About being stranded on a desert island. I'd adjust. Quite well. Especially if I had my Italian true love with me. Once I got back from the desert island, I’d be in no hurry to catch up on the news. Anyway, I’m in Minnesota. Living in my cocoon. Come to think of it. Maybe this is as good as a desert island. –Jim Broede