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Not much time spent online or doing anything else the last few days, as I work to wrap up the final days of the dayshift and the area's afternoon newspaper, which prints its last edition Friday. I'm still trying to get into the headspace I'll need to be in for the evening shift, which I start next week. The sleep schedule is no problem since I've always been a night owl, but the work dynamic seems strange after eight years of days.

It's been a lonely week with only a skeleton crew at my disposal. Especially since none of them are people I talk to all that often. The only action has been me having to quietly intervene when a coworker fresh from vacation took the news of all the pending changes poorly and started in on one of the bosses, who I signaled to just back away and let her calm down. Everyone knew it would be an issue. Probably no one figured I'd head it off at the pass. Not even me. Later on I was told I might have saved her job.

Whether or not she'll think the new hours were worth saving remains to be seen, but in these hard times cooler heads should prevail for however long we can ride things out.

On a geekier note, last night I watched an episode of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine called "The Visitor" that brought me to tears. I'm a sucker for a good father-son story and tossing one that beautiful into Trek is totally like mixing peanut butter and chocolate. As someone who would give anything for one more moment with a father long gone, it really struck a chord.