And not the good, in-depth foreign policy analysis kind. Though that stuff wears on me too, truth be told.
I've received some hard news. I'm not supposed to divulge it. News has owners and renters, after, and I'm the latter.
It's tough to know what to do with hard news. It can knock you flat; it should knock you flat. But life continues until it doesn't, and so, inexorably, irritatingly, you continue, too. You open and refold your newspaper. The hard news slips into and out of staring you in the face. You forget; you remember; you forget; you remember; you read and read and read.