Accumulation of Misery

There is something to be said for writing these posts early in the morning, before I've fully inhabited the day or, especially these last two weeks, read the newspaper. 

This morning's news was no more disheartening or sad than any other day of the last two weeks. 

It's just the accumulation of misery that's making it hard to concentrate on the golden leaves of the witch hazel tree, the last few blooms of the climbing rose.