Here it is late Friday afternoon and I am falling down on the job. What job, you may ask? Good question. I don’t really get paid, or paid next to less than nothing, at least, for writing this. I am not really falling down either. Not yet. I might be later. I made another quick trip to and from Houston. This 160-180-mile roundtrip didn’t take me as long as the last one on Wednesday. And all I got was a stinkin’ ID card. But who cares, right?
Actually I have been trying to pitch a story or find a place to pitch a story since getting home from work. My long-time, big-city customer has become uber-local and it is much more difficult to sell that paper a story as a stringer as it used to be. I don’t take it personally though. The publication has long been a good customer and whenever they do need something, so far away from their readership base, in my area, they know they can count on me.
I hope folks have a great weekend and stay safe and don’t do anything stupid. I mean, I’m not saying anyone who reads this would do anything stupid, except, perhaps me.