I am drafting this in a notebook with a fountain pen, an analog experience to be sure. Making it more so is the cat in my lap and the fact that I am not scrolling through Twitter.

This has been my usual Twitter time, after dinner, before bed, while the television is on, but this morning after too much deliberation (weeks of it), I deleted my Twitter account and released myself from that hellsite, as people, mostly Twitter users posting on Twitter, keep calling it.

I left Twitter in part because I'm spending too much time there and it has long been making me angry, but I felt pushed over the edge by the actions and words of the new CEO who is a child masquerading as an adult. He is a spoiled brat of a child to whom too many of us provide power. I was acquiescing to his behavior, tacitly approving of his actions by remaining a Twitter user (i.e. One used by Twitter). Today I withdrew any and all of that approval.

Now, if I want to express myself to the world, I need do it in person or on this blog. It seems a better arrangement overall.

Screw Twitter and the thin skinned villain at its helm.

Also today, a staff member was involved in a terrible car crash. They are okay ( though maybe not all right) thank goodness, but it's another reminder of what matters and what does not.

Tonight, some elections will be decided, but for once I won't stay up watching the returns and reading every knee jerk Tweet. Instead, the cat and I will go to sleep and be ready for a new day.

That new day will be in, of all places, the real world.