The technological challenges during the work professionally and privately have not passed.
But that's a first-world problem, a phrase my daughter taught me when she was about 15.
I'm happy, healthy. I have enough money to get Friday fish fry tonight. Better, Kid is killing it in Hollywood. The weather in northern Wisconsin in July is utterly beautiful. Hot but low humidity. I have a fan for sleeping. I write my weekly columns on a place -- Powell's on the Lake -- where huge windows look west as the sun sets. My colleagues work their butts off to make the best newspapers we can.
So I can't send out emails? I can't access photos when I need them? Mere trivialities.
Those are still stressful when readers expect their newspapers regardless of our problems and the resiliency of my staff confirms to me I'm in the right place at the right time.
Still, I'm allowed to be exhausted.
And that I am.
But I write from a decent restaurant where I know I'll get a righteous fish. I'm having a couple drinks before dinner and then bed awaits. It's more a mattress on the floor still.
Some might view it as nothing more than a dog bed. But it will be mine.
And I shall sleep full and well.
Peace unto Ukraine and peace and deep sleep unto you my brothers and sisters.