I waited until 7 am to call. The Journal usually lands on my driveway long before that. A recording told me that due to a problem with a printing press, delivery would be delayed until 9 am.
I'm trying to read the Journal online, but it's NOT.THE. SAME. I need the feel of paper in my hands! I need to sit at my dining room table, not at a computer desk! I need the bizarre ads! The paper and coffee are my sacred morning routine, and someone has stormed the temple!
In my mind, the day media outlets do away with producing physical, paper pages is the day I never get out of bed again.