At my last job (in the last several months, at least), I'd clock in at 9 a.m. and if I busted my behind, I'd have everything done by 10:30 and I'd be fighting a nap for the rest of the afternoon.

My wife asked, "Wouldn't it be nice to have a job where you used your brain *all* of the time?" In a nearly comatose daze, I replied that I couldn't even *imagine* that possibility.

Five years ago next week (April 16th, to be exact), I got laid off at work since they were capable of delivering CD-quality radio programming "live via satellite" from HQ in Las Vegas, Nevada.

*Now* I work in TV news, and there's hardly enough time to get everything done before 6 p.m., let alone even *thinking* about rockets. --Although I *have* designed a few rockets in my head during those long drives to and from Sun Valley, Boise (both 2 hours away, *one way*), etc.

Got another long haul after rolling into work two hours early tomorrow morning. G'night, all!


Cheers,

--Jay