Work, eat and sleep. Those are the three ingredients that make up my life at present.
It’s not a complaint but a statement of fact. I’m up by 4 a.m. and out of the house thirty minutes later, heading for the radio station.
Two stops an hour to present, first the traffic report and then the weather report is not a hard job.
My wife and I have been carpooling out of necessity since my truck remains in the shop. It isn’t anyone’s fault, just an unfortunate run of “bad luck.”
I don’t believe in luck, so you know it’s grim when I resort to using it to describe that situation.
The truck is nearly a quarter of a century old. It has become hard to find parts when it needs repairing.
By 8 a.m., I finished, and not a minute later, I am out the door and heading home as I have two newspapers that need written articles. That entails about 4,000 words per edition.
Tuesdays are my deadline for the papers.
Thursdays and Fridays, I drive 45 miles to print the newspapers I write for and then deliver them, driving around 160 miles, in addition to my morning air shift. They are my long days.
By 7 p.m., my bedtime, I am as worn out as a Marine recruits toothbrush after being used to clean the head.