Then Motzaei Shabbos comes. The Internet tells me a hundred explosive-laden drones are already on their way to Israel. Even my husband is a little nervous.
Really addicted. Holding my phone to my face, scrolling with the left hand while stirring the spaghetti with the right hand, blind.
My husband goes out to night seder and comes back to find me in the same spot as when he’d left, curled up on our faded velour couch, my head bent over my laptop.
You can find everything online. There are open-source intelligence experts who pick up on news before it’s reported in mainstream media. There’s razor-sharp analysis. There are people with such witty black humor, I laugh out loud.
But it’s getting unhealthy. Getting unhealthy? When is an addiction ever healthy?
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