Here’s our situation so far: My editing employer, for whom I drive a giant combine four hours a day, harvesting news for the edification of our corporate clients, has asked for some extra help today. So has one of my colleagues, who has an unexpected conflict. I have agreed to both, and this morning it dawned on me what my schedule will be: 1-3 p.m., 4-6 p.m. and 9 p.m.-1 a.m. From doing a variation of this one day last week, I know how I will feel by the end of it — as though my eyeballs were dipped in sulfuric acid, then pounded back into my skull with sledgehammers. This will not stop them from crossing, however. I tell fellow journalists that the closest equivalent to this job in their world is wire editor on the desk of a single-topic newspaper. Even though the topic is interesting (health care), by the end of eight hours I will have followed the news cycle from Australia to New York, and by then you don’t know if the story you found in the Sydney Morning Herald at 1 p.m. and in the Wall Street Journal 12 hours later is the same one, a significant update or maybe about the Yellow Wiggle, only written in code.
Did I mention that over the weekend, my computer, which had settled down, developed another fever? Fortunately I have Alan’s, but still.
Anyway, I did something over the weekend that I want to tell you about, but I need time to do it justice, and right now I need to sleep some more and try to dream about something other than trends in heart-disease treatment.
So let’s all wish our good friend Kirk a happy birthday and you talk about current events in the comments. Please, no college football. Last time I checked, the “Michigan was robbed” story in the Freep has 100 comments and rising rapidly. You go over there if you have something to say about that.