I watched the news. I watched a documentary on global warming. I thought about a world where kids get taken shopping for the latest in cool gas masks.
So I went to the studio and spent a little time in that other place, that sort of steampunk, Victorian place where Poppets are extra cool.
Tonight a bit more escaping, just for a bit, into some science fiction on dvd.
Because I need not to think about the kids gas mask aisle.
The adults of every generation seem to agree at some point that the world is headed to the proverbial hell in the proverbial basket.
Should I find that oddly comforting?