I recently stumbled across the movie Sound of Metal.

If you haven’t seen it, do.

Misleading as the title may seem, it’s not about head-banging and delving down into coarse throat singing while hitting high octanes only a cat in distress is capable of doing.

I’m a sucker for factual programs. One thing I love to do is watch British documentaries. I think they have the whole investigative reporter style and nuances down pat.

The first response always given when something terrible happens to someone is: Why? Why me? Why now? Why not him or her? Why on earth? Why, why, why?