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When I returned home yesterday from Middle Tennessee, all I wanted to do was stare at the wall. The last few days were tight on time with little flexibility. As I am a person that oddly needs structure combined with some breathing room, I came home very tired and SQ and I both knew that today is going to be very spastic to a degree.

On her agenda is processing and cataloging about 500-600 pictures, writing several stories about each of the games and putting them in the paper tomorrow. My story on Rep. Mark Maddox will most likely run on Thursday due to space constraints (and I need a few more things from him) and getting back in the swing of things.

I always suffer from a bit of anxiety anytime I’m out of the office for a few days. It’s weird, I always feel a bit discombobulated and I never know if I’m walking into a time bomb. Usually, it’s alright but there have been a few occasions that I’ve showed up and some inner drama has occurred and I feel out of sorts.

Work, doesn’t matter what you do, is work even if you love your job. And there are times that it feels like your trying to catch water from a fast running stream in your hands. It just goes so fast. You can’t let it get to you, but then again, sometimes it does feel like your being pulled into the current. I’ve felt that way for awhile now.

So yesterday, I decided to just enjoy the day. I’m reading Neil Gaimon’s “Anansi Boys” so I headed out onto the sun porch (with a very needy Mabel) and book in hand, turned on The Beatles and listened to parts of “Anthology” and “Love” for several hours. We grilled Bratwurst and drank copious amounts of cheap beer and I tried to clear my mind. I also saw a neighbor burn a ton of wood in his yard contemplating if I should go get the fire extinguisher and help out if his lawn went up in flames, which for a few minutes, looked entirely possible.

SQ will take the brunt of the day as she is the sports editor and Gleason winning the state championship will consume her for the next few days and with the beginning of baseball/softball season, she has to readjust her schedule. We will most likely compile a photo montage in our second paper this week (our paper puts out two papers a week.) And it’s National Sunshine Law week, which is extremely important.

But it’s spring. I heard the most beautiful symphony of birds this morning and that, my dear friends, is of the good.