Here's my pony for the day: I have great colleagues.
These people, who truly care about the mission of small-town journalism, are good.
We all came to our jobs from different backgrounds. Some Navy, some legal assistance work, certainly some bartending, a couple of guys who've been at this for more than 40 years.
They work their butts off virtually every day, including weekends and holidays, and at the oddest hours. Grumbling? Hell yes. If someone works in a newsroom and doesn't complain, I'm going to assume they're dead.
(And if they have croaked, I offer 10 percent off obits. I'm that kind of boss.)
Their hard work and concerns sooth the bad days and frost the good ones. Also, any cake reference is positive.
I spent half days at each of the two newspapers today where I'm general manager and enjoyed both morning and afternoon.
The folks have offered tremendous support during my difficulties and, using the massive networks they've built in their respective communities, put out the word on my behalf.
Even on the worst days, it's easy to get up because I get to work with these folks.
Peace and collegiality unto all of you my brothers and sisters.