We're both two little snot-balls over here this weekend. Adam's been shnucking his way through life since Monday and last night the Histamine Brigade took a breather in my sinus cavaties last night. It's all a lot of honking and sneezing and, in A's case, coughing. At times, he's been sounding like an unrestored '64 Impala. Poor guy.

Work flies along on the new project, though I can see into the future and the brakes will be applied in the coming weeks. I've picked up a new writing gig at work, providing content for a new, trial section. "Summer Break" bows on Tuesday, sending the Youth Express page on hiatus through the summer. SB will be aimed at my target demograpic: the hip 20-34 year-olds retro enough to read the paper.

So I expect every one of my Albuquerque readers to pick up extra copies of the Journal on Tuesdays this summer (because you're all subscribers, right?) and push our circ numbers up. If the uppers see an improvement, this could be a permanent thing for me, y'know?

My first story rolls out two weeks from Tuesday.

Ta!