Morning ritual

I love my digital devices and screens. At a touch I can access the information of the world. But a little bit of me misses the morning newspaper. I would sip my coffee at the table and read from the spread out pages the news of the day - especially the local news. 

In the early 2010s the local paper became a shell of itself, filled with old news, typos and poorly written articles. At the same time my vision was slowly going to hell from undiagnosed Fuchs Dystrophy and we cancelled the paper since I couldn’t see the newsprint and no one else read it. Not long after we moved to Mudsock and a local paper was not an option and I didn’t care. 

What is the point? There is none. My mother encouraged me to read the morning paper starting when I was seven or eight and I continued for the next forty or fifty years. Some days I miss it. But my screen doesn’t leave ink stains on my fingers.