“I swear,” my wife said. “He’s the busiest man in media.”
She was talking to her sister or perhaps a friend. My heart swelled with pride that she found my work ethic worthy of a brag.
I was in bed, half-asleep, knowing 3 a.m. would come too soon.
“Oh, he’s not only a newspaper reporter, he also prints and delivers the papers,” she explained. “On top of that, he’s doing the morning show for a radio station in town. Not only that, but he writes a post to his blog nearly every day, takes pictures, draws, and paints.”
“Oh, I almost forgot,” my wife said, interrupting the person she was talking with, “He also writes and produces a podcast.”
Smiling, I snuggled deeper into my blankets, secure knowing that — the thought was cut-off as I realized I had forgotten to do my podcast for the week. Crap!
So much for a worthy brag.
Nowhere Nevada 