A fresh start at work
A new day
It’s been two days since Rusty and I parted ways at the airport. He’s now in Barcelona at a gay wedding, and in a day or two will be in Paris to visit Uncle Bernie and Aunt Marcia. The pain in his shoulder, he says, is bearable. Meanwhile, the radiation technicians at Georgetown University are readying for him to begin treatment on the 17th.
Here in Singapore, it feels good to be back in the newsroom. I’ve been away for six weeks, and it is taking a while to leap into the thick of things. Tomorrow, I start a fresh week, but there are already phone calls to make, people to interview, deadlines to meet.
A fresh week, a fresh start. We can all use more of these.