Before the twenty four hour news cycle, this was the source of truth. Set in print, typeset and neat, sometimes twice a day, it brought that daily feed.

I can fill a room but take up no space. I am the feather’s burden, yet the sun’s face.

I could be a place warm and dry to sleep, so long as you don't mind having to burrow your way in, or getting poked and scratched all night. I could be a plate of crispy onions! I can even simply refer to a messy situation, although I would rather you didn't put a needle in me, thanks.

Do a downward dog on it Or a warrior pose Stretch and breathe to get fit And roll it up after you touch your toes

I hang on a hook by the door every day, I’m waiting for snow so that we can go play. I’ve buttons or zippers from chin down to feet, What wintery friend makes your shivers retreat?