I haven't been the best blogger I can be.
You'd think, being a writer and all, that I could discipline myself to write regularly. Well, you'd think wrong. I can do the work when it's, you know, work. But writing for my personal life has never been my strength.
Nonetheless, I'm trying again after weeks of no blogging.
It was a pretty great weekend. I visited with friends, went to a high school football game and loafed around a bit. Part of me adores the chill of autumn with pending winter, but the other part of me despises the fact that I'm at work, it's 5:20 and already dark out. Why? Why does the time have to change?!
Since I have nothing more pressing on my mind, reasons I like my job:
* I am often surrounded by witty, smart people.
* I get to call up any old body and start asking questions and for the most part they feel compelled to answer them.
* One minute I get to write about an old person leaving the country to do mission work in retirement and the next I am sitting in a court room hearing the gruesome details of a murder.
The thing I don't like about my job:
* Having to go through public relations people instead of directly to the source. Sorry, my PR friends, but it's just true.
