The very cute boy who cuts my hair (maybe he's 14 or maybe he's 28, it's all the same to me these days, but importantly to this story he does have a kid) told me this week that he's just happier when he avoids all news media. He doesn't read any news, and voilà, problem solved. "Otherwise life is too stressful," he said.
Ever since he said this I've been seething with resentment, trembling with fear... and green with envy.