Thursday, Mar. 30, 2006
It All Pans Out
*Taps screen* Is this thing on?
All right, then.
Some days you know you're destined to accomplish virtually nothing worthwhile, and yesterday was most assuredly one of those days.
MC came with me to the studios because of the TV outage the night before. It took calling in someone from the cable company but the guys finally got it going. I, meanwhile slept at work, all morning. And no, I'm not kidding. I got done what I absolutely had to finish, and then put my head down on the back desk and succumbed to the ZZzzzs.
As soon as MC finished what he had to do, we headed home and except for a side trip to a fast-food place so I could see that the man was fed, I went straight home and straight to bed. This cold/flu/whatever is kicking my butt in a big way.
Much as I'd love to do the sleep-all-day thing again today, I don't have that luxury this time around. I've got to create double schedules today and tomorrow and have an interview this afternoon to prep for tomorrow's live remote. I've got to record an updated PSA calendar and pretend to be semi-alive on the air. I also just downloaded the latest AC charts and see about seven or eight songs I need to add to our rotation.
Besides, who can sleep with Alice Cooper playing on the radio?
Okay, granted, it's one of his (relatively) tame pieces, School's Out. Still...
For what it's worth, MC doesn't cook, so if I don't cook he lives on sandwiches. I don't mind cooking; I actually like to cool. Plus when I cook, MC generally cleans up. In fact, last night when I started clearing the dishes after dinner he glared at me and warned me that I'd better get the heck out of "his" kitchen, hehe. It's all more or less in jest, but he really does insist on doing his share. What a wild and crazy concept...
He's now been here for three months. Seems hard to believe in some respects; in other ways it seems like he's always been a part of my life.
Well, it's back to the grindstone for me. Somebody's gotta pay for all the Nyquil and Kleenix. I'll be glad when it dries out and warms up so I can get the heck OVER this stuff!
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )