I couldn't resist following up on yesterday's post about my late paper. Turns out it never arrived. I hopped out of bed this morning with high hopes. After all, it was just a transition problem with first-day production. The paper will now be printed in Denver, an hour away from my town. I suppose we'll have a late paper or no paper on snow days. I'd best get used to interruptions.
But what could possibly go wrong on this beautiful May day on the Front Range? The sun is shining. It's only a tiny bit breezy. Production problems should have been worked out yesterday.
I checked the driveway at 7:16 AM. No paper. I went outside, just like yesterday, and checked the bushes and inside the fence. Nope.
This time I called the circulation hot line and gave all the wrong answers to the automated questions. Four minutes later, in spite of the high volume of calls the line was experiencing (or so the automated voice told me), I was connected to a real person. She graciously gave me credit for two days of no delivery and filed a "delivery issue" complaint.
What did I do while I drank my morning coffee? I sat in front of the TV and watched a recorded Brothers and Sisters from three week ago. It's the one where Julia announces she's moving to Seattle and Kitty's husband realizes Kitty has been having an emotional affair. I started my morning crying through forty-five minutes of prime time soap opera.
I switched to one of the financial channels to check the markets. The DOW was down. Timothy Geithner was talking about TARP and community banks. I turned off the television and sat down to write my blog. When I was almost finished, a message flashed at the bottom of the screen. Blogger could not connect to save my post. It told me saving and publishing might fail. Good grief, was there a full moon last night?