Catching Up

I am currently surrounded by the five days of newspapers I didn't read while I was working at One Life to Live this week. I know--none of it is news anymore. But one of the big changes when I wasn't working much was actually going through the paper daily, so it seems a little weird just to see it pile up in the recycling bin. So here I am. I have never been a news junkie, but I figure I should at least know what went on outside of my subway to train to van to studio existence. 

Problem is, who wants to read old news?! So l'll get the high points and skip the low ones and move on with my day. My "news" is the news of the day, and there just isn't time for stopping for much else. Getting dinner on the table trumps evening TV, and getting caught up on sleep trumps a several foot high pile of papers. And since having some semblance of a neat apartment to come home to trumps a lot of things, this pile of papers will soon be headed for the recycling bin.
 
It's interesting how a television studio, particularly one out of the city, is almost like a casino--full of artificial light, a world unto itself, a place where you can be almost oblivious to what is going on outside. Hours go by, light becomes dark, it begins to snow (which it did on Monday), you consume yourself with the stories being told inside, and the world outside just keeps spinning.
 
This new world is one I'll get used to--or get re-used to, since I did work in a studio for years (though, since the previous one was at a TV network, it was full of news feed monitors). But I suspect that the news I'll be more consumed with catching up on will be my kids' school accomplishments, and the progress of my friends' job searches, and the need to re-organize and restock the fridge. And the newspapers will end up no longer surrounding me, but back in that pile.