I tried to come up with something profound to write about tonight — missile defense, flood relief, energy shortages, Cal Ripken's retirement — but the events of the day intervened. Unfortunately, nothing quite as riveting as an all points bulletin or a blackout alert crossed my desk today. It was one of those days when opening the mail (all bills) was a nice break from filling out bid forms and credit applications.
If I went through my day hour by hour, you could see why my mind is total mush tonight. But what would be the point? I can't even write about anything from my list of topics, because I can't wrap my brain around any subject tightly enough to do it justice. Sometimes I can work a twelve-hour day like this and bounce back with something jaunty to fill this space, but tonight I just don't have it.
It seems to me that if I really loved my job, I wouldn't talk about it this way. I think I like my job okay, mostly, but by four o'clock in the afternoon I'm ready to do something else and forget about "work." It doesn't always work out that way, obviously.