TIme flies

I feel like someone who leads you down a potholed path right into a brick wall.
Sorry for the infrequency of this blog lately, and I wish I could promise it'll get better, but I guess this is what happens when real work comes along. Real, as in paid.
Since April 22, I've been working a few nights a week on the copy desk at a mid-size daily newspaper an hour from here. So far, I seem to have substituted work stress for driving stress. Almost every week I find, try or am given a new route home. Last week's was the best and may be a keeper. I knew it had potential when Co-worker Laura tried to look out the window and point out the first of two turns. (Tried, because it's hard to see at midnight.)
I've also been ... let's see ...
* editing copy for health magazines produced in the Midwest
* designing two brochures for my church
* finishing up minutes for three organizations I volunteer with
* editing and fact-checking 200 trivia questions a week
* looking for more work
* feeling guilty because I don't get more done
* looking into why an eBay seller prefers not to do business with me (Would you believe there are a bunch of top sellers who banded together to refuse to sell to anyone who leaves negative feedback to any of them? So much for accountability.)
Yada and yada and yada.
More to come.
Promise.
Sort of.