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Being a newsletter editor is stressful, night run tonight
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antracing
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27 June 2012
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In April I made a fateful offer to take over the newsletter of our bushwalking club. It all sounded so simple. After sleepless nights, maximum stress, terror of computer overloading/crashing, manual entry of email addresses when excel list rejected by google/hotmail, etc etc I am now free of most of the horror of my 1st edition. Stll have to print up 15 copies for the snail mail recipients, but the 100 or so email versions have gone out, I've done the PDF conversion as well as a word doc version so everyone can download etc. Whew!! And I get to do it all again for August. I now look forward to some sleep without waking up in terror about never getting it done etc. Makes being treasurer look a piece of cake. The worst thing is the guy before me set such a stupendously high standard.
So after spending 8 hours feverishly bent over the computer, interrupted only by howls of terror to summon 18 year old son to my side to fix yet another formatting brick wall, I then zoomed off to milking from 2.40 to 7.40pm. Strangely the lady owner is similarly up to her neck in spreadsheets and stress, and making predictions on the milk output from now till 30th June. We are going to be about 100 litres of milk either side of the target for ideal winter milk bonuses worth about 10 grand. So the cows have all the grass they can get that isn't under water, good grain feed, basically anything they want would be delivered to them on bended knee. My bended knee! But actually they are very sweet at this time of year, no flies to annoy them and the new 1st timer heifers haven't started calving yet, so its only wise old bangers running the show.
The only time to run was tonight from 8.00 pm to 9.15pm, lovely 8.15 km jog, same route as last night run, same as last time but no wind noise, just frogs calling as loud as they can. Very still as we are about to have a frost, so glittering stars and a silver half moon. Felt great, a bit tight in calves, more from muddy gumboots than running I think. Didn't get to run at all yesterday.
So after spending 8 hours feverishly bent over the computer, interrupted only by howls of terror to summon 18 year old son to my side to fix yet another formatting brick wall, I then zoomed off to milking from 2.40 to 7.40pm. Strangely the lady owner is similarly up to her neck in spreadsheets and stress, and making predictions on the milk output from now till 30th June. We are going to be about 100 litres of milk either side of the target for ideal winter milk bonuses worth about 10 grand. So the cows have all the grass they can get that isn't under water, good grain feed, basically anything they want would be delivered to them on bended knee. My bended knee! But actually they are very sweet at this time of year, no flies to annoy them and the new 1st timer heifers haven't started calving yet, so its only wise old bangers running the show.
The only time to run was tonight from 8.00 pm to 9.15pm, lovely 8.15 km jog, same route as last night run, same as last time but no wind noise, just frogs calling as loud as they can. Very still as we are about to have a frost, so glittering stars and a silver half moon. Felt great, a bit tight in calves, more from muddy gumboots than running I think. Didn't get to run at all yesterday.
