Some of you know, in addition to being a columnist, I’m also a volunteer firefighter. Though it’s been quiet lately, last night we had two tap outs. The first was at 10 p.m. for a small wildfire that took us a couple of hours to put out. The next call was a structure fire at 1 a.m. that turned out to be a false alarm. Final bed time: 1:45 a.m.
When my alarm went off at 4:45, I put my pants on backwards and slid my feet into my wife’s high heels.
Things pretty much went downhill from there.
I have big plans for this week’s edition of The Door. The kind of plans that require a fully functional brain. Though an argument could be made — and in fact has been — that I get by without a fully functioning brain on a daily basis, I have decided to move The Door to Thursday this week and, in its place, run the column that newspaper readers won’t be seeing until tomorrow. That’s right! You’ve got the jump on thousands of newspaper subscribers who, at this time tomorrow, will be saying to themselves, “Where is the Fred Meyer insert?!”
My substitute for The Door will be posting momentarily, just as soon as I figure out where I stuck my stylus.
Thanks for you patience, everyone.