Things’ll be great when you’re… downtown
Well, today was my first day working for Cronkite News Service out of our downtown Phoenix bureau, and it was really cool.
The bureau facilities are nice, although everything's just in a temporary setup right now. It's not too far from the Capitol. I found free parking this morning. I worked on a story that involved neither police PIOs nor pets for the first time in what seems like forever. (I'm only half kidding there.) And I was downtown, forgetting all my troubles and forgetting all my cares.
I'm a big kid now?
So as I was walking down First Street to grab lunch this afternoon, I called Julie at the Republic to answer her questions about my last Republic story, which is running in print tomorrow. And as I hung up, I realized that I was a guy wearing a shirt and tie talking on a cell phone while walking on a downtown sidewalk amdist skyscrapers. I felt like such an adult. It was bizarre.
What's crackin'? My skin.
But the least exciting thing about today was and is how something about this cold snap is wreaking havoc on my skin. The backs of my hands are horribly dry. A couple other times this winter, the skin on my hands cracked a little, sometimes even hinting at some blood underneath. But tonight, I've got cracked skin from my knuckles halfway up my fingers with blood seeping into every ridge. It's painful.
Back by popular demand. One Two nights only.
In contrast, night editing at The State Press has not been as painful as I've occasionally been making it out to be. I agreed to fill in for the yet-to-be-hired night editor last night since I didn't have anything to do, and I got talked into a second stint tonight after I got back to Tempe from Phoenix.
And though I was grumpy at the outset tonight, it was nice to be down in the dungeon again, and we didn't get out too horribly late either night, so that helped too.