Have you ever noticed that fly-hatching thing in the springtime? I have a couple of flies in my house driving me NUTS. ZZZtt. ZZZZzzzzttt. ZZttt. And they're big, fat flies. I've got to invest in a fly swatter.
Last week was an exquisite kind of hell. I'm on a team that does special sections for a newspaper. Our second-largest section of the year went to print yesterday. It's an all-local piece focused on information for new residents and visitors to the community. I love the piece, and I like my work. Weeks like last week - way too much work with way too little sleep - used to be the reason I stayed in journalism. There's no rush quite like seeing something you've put your heart into come off the press looking good. It's still a good feeling, but I'm getting too old and tired for the projects that make you live at the office (yes, we even have showers in the building) and nap sometime between 4:30 a.m. and 6 a.m. in the ladies lounge. I went to bed last night sometime around 8 p.m. and slept for 13 hours. I felt much better today.
So it's been several days since I've posted. Not that it matters, I looked at the site meter and the last time anybody looked at this blog was June 1, and they were just clicking through.
An interesting thing happened today. We got a note from the post office saying we have a certified letter from the City at the post office that we must sign for. Since it's Saturday, we can't get our letter until Monday morning. We're trying to figure out what it could possibly be. We don't think we've broken any ordinances, although there are a few blades of grass in the sidewalk. Our taxes are up to date. But it must be something important for the city to spend my tax dollars sending out certified mail.
Be back later, got to go be creative now.
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