Yes, Iste mundus furibundus, huh?
I read a super article not so long ago about how, in these times, whatever you find to bring you some peace is perfectly OK. It said, go ahead, watch that old PBS series over and over, that old mystery, whatever you enjoy: do it.
Reading? Not so much for me. Unless it's Agatha Christie's short stories. Book after book after book of them. (I bought decades ago her entire works bound, and there are a LOT of them). I haven't read Christie in years and I don't know why I am, now, but they certainly appeal. In the end Miss Marple solves the case. Poirot solves the case. Order is restored. Calmness reigns. Didn't see it coming? Red herrings? Chaos? Miss Marple will solve it. Calmly. Not "deep" enough? We've got enough "deep" for me at this moment in time.
I bet I have watched a million old TV series, mysteries, Mapp and Lucia, a million documentaries. The Duchess of Duke Street, the old Upstairs Downstairs, you name it, except for Downton Abbey, I've watched it. And that's OK. Whatever makes YOU happy. No one can arbitrate your own taste and needs at the moment. Indulge yourself.
Now I have started reading again. I'm reading from my gigantic warehouse of TBR books, Another Country, Not My Own by Dominick Dunn, a thinly disguised memoir of his covering the trial of O.J. Simpson, and the name dropping is fascinating. Unfortunately so are the facts emerging not mentioned in the press at the time.
What a life Dominick Dunn led. We met him, you know, at one of our Book Club Gatherings, Pearson and I, and I told him at the time of XXX's (celebrity we knew at the time) coming book draft on Claus Von Bulow. He was fascinated or was polite enough to pretend to be. He says people tell him things, he was right about that. It wasn't long after that the story broke.
I found an old clipboard in cleaning out or trying to, my Junk Room, I call it. On it we had one of the first ever conversations with Jim Olson, one of the Hosts of the former online website SeniorNet, and the date (the post is printed out showing the date) was 1996. Katie Bates was there, too, and Jim was trying to tell me I really needed to learn how to copy and paste, I think it was. I recall being infuriated at him...just infuriated. Doesn't bother me today, but it does make you think how fragile conversation on the Internet IS and how easy it is to misunderstand when you can't see faces or hear tones.
Idle thoughts from an idle mind. I am sure you are reading something interesting, tell us about it, even IF it's 200 years old.