On Temporarily Disconnecting

The past few weeks have been, ah, eventful, what with the most fascinating Presidential election in a very long time playing out against the backdrop of an unresolved global financial crackup. So, even more than usual, I’ve been mainlining online news from the time I wake up till the time I go to bed.

But yesterday I travelled to California, which necessitated catching a very early flight and much running to and fro. Aside from the morning papers, I didn’t get to check in with any other news sources before I went to bed. Did not go online. Did not have a chance to turn on the TV and check out any cable news channels. And my BlackBerry, which I’ve started using to mainline online news while away from the computer, was acting up and would not let me get on the Web at all.

So: nothing till this morning, save for an email or two from friends that I begged to know how the Dow did, and what the latest tracking polls were.

And all this—by which I mean, one day off—made me feel dangerously at loose ends. Out of touch. Underprepared (for what? I don’t know. All I can tell you is I felt it). Two or three steps behind. I missed that constant stream of news badly. I didn’t feel quite right without it.

Even today, after furiously ingesting everything I didn’t get to devour yesterday, I still feel like I am missing … something. Still feel slightly off. Still not quite right.

To quote an example of the kind of so-so song that surprises you with one on-target verse, one bit much better than the rest of it: I used to do a little but a little wouldn’t do it, so the little got more and more …

But that’s not me. I can slow down after the election.


I swear.

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