What comes around
Welcome to this week's Reno News & Review.
For some damned reason, I was trying to figure out my one-year anniversary with my girlfriend Kelly. (Do you call it an anniversary? Sort of like an anniversary of a first date? Not that there was any actual date planned. What? Get your mind out of the gutter.) Like most things in my life, I can backtrack it through these Editor's Notes to see when and where I did stuff. Since I killed off my historic data on Facebook, this is the most efficient method of finding specific dates regarding myself—when memory doesn't work, that is.
Anyway, the one that I was looking for was “Chortling out loud,” and it ran on May 17 of last year. It described a particular Friday in May last year when Accuweather said it was 73 degrees outside. All I wanted to do was go sit on the deck at St. James Infirmary and drink wine. This office seemed like a jail cell with an open door, and I had a bad influence on the other end of the internet encouraging me to meet her at dive bars.
Huh. Here it is, Friday again. Accuweather says it's 69 degrees out, and I just wrapped up a semester in my dual master's degrees. I graded my students' final papers. All I have left to do is grade their final tests—and they don't even take them until Monday. I have nothing, repeat, nothing to do this weekend. We're even a bit ahead for the week here at the newspaper.
So, there it is in a nutshell. If it weren't for the editorial meeting I scheduled for 1:30 p.m. to plan for my vacation in Turkey, well, I could walk out of here right now, and feel no guilt at all.
Postscript, Tuesday: Well, truth be told, I made it through the 1:30 meeting, and I was down at St. James Infirmary before they even had the deck open. It wasn't very long before my honey showed up, and just like last year, the friends kept coming, the beer kept flowing, and the breeze kept calming.