Do They Know?

I'll admit it, I'm jealous. I look across the street at my neighbors house and see the newspaper sitting on their front step. Is it mocking me? It's 8 a.m. and I've been up for two hours. The morning is already almost over in my book. I imagine the neighbors still asleep, tucked into their beds and blissfully unaware of the lady across the street analyzing their lives. I picture a well-rested individual waking on their own accord. The coffeemaker brewing as they greet their front porch. I envision the smell of ink and the leisurely perusal of even the most irrelevant sections, sections reserved for those with the gift of time, horoscopes, advice columns, even local politics.
On second thought...maybe it's best I don't have time for the news. The antics of Blago and the economy will need to go on without me.