No run today, alas. The temperature dropped at least 15 degrees since yesterday, and a wicked wind blew all day, making the bright winter day seem even colder. Plus, I was on deadline.
It's not slogging in the salt mines ... but my job ain't no picnic either. Splashy events such as the PBS reception and screening I blogged about yesterday are few and far between. The bulk of my job is finding news and enterprise stories, tracking down and interviewing (sometimes balky) sources in different time zones, getting on planes or trains to meet people and scout out sites, analyzing statistics and reports, and tying it all together and writing like a whirling dervish - all with an eye on the ticking clock and a somewhat panicky feeling in my chest.
Bex in Book: My company gave permission to a source to re-print a story I wrote about the nation's first weight-loss school in the new edition of his book. That's flattering, and it gives me more exposure. Though except for a nominal fee, my newspaper (much less myself) won't see any $$ from it.
Stop the Presses: Yet another journalism blogging controversy. At least he's a Republican. The Dems don't need any more bad press.