January 27th, 2006

test pattern

The day after

There is a fire in the fireplace. The Cat is lying down in front trying to contemplate the blaze. After successfully wrestling with the cat and cleaning litter from its ass fur, Jessie is in the floor reading bridal magazines. I'm, of course, on the computer. Yes, domesticities have begun at la casa del Fletcher.

Yesterday was an absolutely crappy day. As I've said a time or two before, the guys in my fire department are more than firefighters. Through our own hard work, we've built a department that is many times improved than it was when we inherited it. However, it still has a lot of growing to do. In addition to fighting the real fires, we have to fight one or two political ones every year. Perhaps we're masochists because we tend to enjoy the politics of it. We just wish that everything didn't have to be so hard. We see other city departments get things they need without a fight and we'd like that to happen to us just once.

Being part of politics, you sometimes catch a substance that's gooey, brown and smells funny. Yesterday, it felt like I had a whole crate of the stuff dumped on me personally. At the end of the day, however, I realize that we've done good in the past and we shall do good again in the future. I also realize that I have someone who loves me a great deal and I share the sentiment. We'll be spending the night together as soon as I get my lazy ass off this computer. Knowing that sort of makes the bullshit that's slung at wok easier to handle.

The flip side to all of this is that for a change, I'm no doubt living life. For a long while last year, I seemed to be in cruise control. Not any more. Sometimes, even the bad stuff is a good sign that you're making something happen.