Stress, pressure, problems.
To quote Gen. George Patton, "God help me but I do love it so."
That I get to be a journalist again, in the Wisconsin Nort'woods, with great colleagues and wonderful support, I remain the luckiest man on the face of the Earth.
I've always told co-workers even if you love your job, the reason it's a job and someone has to pay you to do it is because no one would take on said tasks for free.
But after a slightly difficult week I am blessed to have a job at a newspaper in God's Country. If you don't believe the latter description, come visit. I have a second bedroom where you can flop. I'll show you natural beauty only seen in magazines -- or antique post cards. (Note to self: Work to revive post card industry.)
And now I sit here on a Friday night -- with a little work to do over the weekend -- enjoying a few drinks before I dig into Friday Night Fish Fry and a long night's sleep.
Pretty damn lucky.
Have a sunny weekend.
Peace and blessings unto all of you my brothers and sisters.