Captain's Log – Deep Thoughts

I had a tough time getting started this morning. Four a.m. came way too early, and my new sleep measurement app assured me there was still a need for more restoration. This is dumb because it's press day, and ink doesn't care if you're rested. Since when in the past six years has getting sleep on press day mattered at all.

Apparently, I've settled into a rhythm. Stress doesn't run me anymore. That's sure an interesting observation to make at this stage of the game. Especially when there is still so much to worry about. But honestly, there's only so much worry before you finally just throw up your hands and realize it doesn't do much good to spend your days fretting. 

We didn't come this far to come this far. And I'm pretty sure that worrying is not the variable that gets us here. 

I'm cracking myself up with these "Deep Thoughts with Jack Handey" mulling this morning. 

Which made me stop and ask Dr. Google where in the world I got an idea like Jack Handey. Where did he come from? Why do I even know that? 

Oh gosh, Saturday Night Live. 

When we were little, I was always curious about SNL, but my dad said it was dumb, like a bunch of high school drama skits. Not really sure what that even meant, it wasn't until I was 20 years old that friends turned me on to the silliness, and we enjoyed a whole language dedicated to the one-liners that were SNL specialties in the late 80s.

I suppose that stuff sticks with you because I eventually used SNL in my English classrooms as I introduced the Canterbury Tales to my seniors and taught them to create social commentary. Often, we would talk about graduating and college as necessary, so we didn't end up "in a van, down by the river." 

So while we remind ourselves here in the office that we're "good enough, smart enough, and doggone it, people like us" (Stuart Smalley), we'll still be right here…

… Keeping you Posted. 

Rach