The windshield or the bugPublished 12:00am Sunday, May 18, 2014
There are times in life when you feel invincible and that you can conquer the world. This week wasn’t one of those times for me. I’ve been feeling under the weather and it really caught up with me.
Monday we made some changes around The Post and you may have noticed. We launched a new website without a pay wall. That didn’t go as smoothly as hoped but we got all the bugs worked out. The new site is faster to load and is more responsive to mobile devices. It also allows readers to share links to Facebook and Twitter. The site is also easier to maintain than our old one.
Wednesday I woke up with a horribly scratchy throat and hoarse voice. I had made a commitment to speak at the Lions Club meeting and somehow managed to muddle my way through it. By the end of the day I was straining to talk at all. Thursday I whispered everything. Friday my voice was so raspy it was three octaves lower than usual.
I don’t like to miss work unless I absolutely have to or I am on vacation. I figure that I can be miserable at home or I can be semi-productive and miserable at work. As long as I’m not contagious I’ll show up.
I didn’t have an infection or a cold, just some unrelenting allergies. I don’t remember being allergic to anything growing up out west. I didn’t have any allergies until I moved to the south. One of my co-workers in the office also suffers this time of year and lets me know what the allergy map looks like.
This week I know what it looked like. It smacked me in the face and wouldn’t let go. I can’t remember when or where I first heard the expression that sometimes you’re the windshield and sometimes you’re the bug, but I know which one I was this week.
I finally started to feel better Saturday and I look forward to next week. We have more changes coming at The Post and we are going to cover our community better than anyone else.
Paul Barry is the managing editor and can be reached by email at firstname.lastname@example.org or by phone at 601-636-4545 ext. 123.