Maybe we should get more bad news every day. My house would sure be cleaner -- I've been dusting for the better part of 30 minutes and I'm still so unsettled. It was silly, I guess, to think that emerging from bankruptcy meant the end of this and that we could relax, even if only a little. The mood in the newsroom tonight was grim, the humor dark. There was only one topic of conversation.
Newspapers are struggling -- death throes? I don't think so, but clearly they have to change. For now, I just want to clear my head. Where's that Isager sweater? Some low-stress knitting is just the ticket. Garter stitch. Knit-knit-knit. There's nothing to be done tonight about what the future might bring. Stay tuned.