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.
2 comments:
saw the Strib.com post and thought of you right away. I suggest a hat - one of the GMS designs, perhaps? Hang in there. And come party with the hunting widows next Sat.
I understand the feeling of being so rattled that one wants to do something simple and repetitive, like housework or knitting, for sure!
I felt the same. Yikes. Hope we'll still be here (at work) next year this time...
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