
Time is a precious resource to journalists, and this week seemed to emphasize that more than usual. I usually average about eight stories a week, which is a pretty solid number, considering a good number of those end up on the front page. This week, I believe I ended up at 13 or so, I honestly lost count by the end of the week.
It doesn't help that I'm preparing for a 10 day vacation in early September, which means that I have to build up a store of features that will run while I'm gone. In addition to daily and Sunday pieces, I've committed to writing a weekly personality profile for our paper called "The Story Next Door." It runs every Tuesday, and because of my upcoming vacation, I'll be gone two Tuesdays in a row, meaning I have to write those pieces in advance. Luckily, there seems to be a never-ending pool of worthy subjects, so I haven't had much trouble lining up interviews.
But that, in addition to some breaking news and several lengthy podcasts (which come in addition to the story count) made this week a whirl. And when my shower broke Friday morning right before work, it kind of put the cherry on the work sundae. Being first-time home owners, these kind of mundane repairs throw my partner and I for a loop.
Finally though, the 3-day weekend is here, and I can tackle things like installing a new tub faucet, climbing into the attic to deal with some troublesome rats who have made it their summer home, and maybe, if I'm lucky, some dusting will actually get done. Or maybe I'll just nap until it all starts over again Tuesday.









