On the 8th day...

I'm eight days into a 12 workday marathon.

For the last three months our staff has been covering for a weekend reporter who hobbled herself on the steps of our live truck. Bum knee, she says. The unofficial station motto has become "Stay off it for a while."

So, I had no weekend to speak of. However, I did use my time wisely. Friday night I caught the Cigar Store Indians at our local listening room, The Handlebar. The band has a new live disc out that's been keeping me a little rowdy for the last couple of days. Saturday night I went out with some friends for dinner and filled up on barely cooked red meat. Then a sports bar to watch the Game Six rout. Then to the movies to see "K-PAX." Not a bad flick. Some trite Hollywood stuff in there, but a real neat theme if you can decipher it all. Sort of Biblical.

My creativity and blood sugar are at all time lows. I think I'll work and maybe have something interesting to say later.