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Birthday in the District

So, it's still rather surreal...being on the fourth floor of the CBS affiliate in Washington, DC. To add another layer, yesterday was the only birthday I've had away from Mississippi and for the last 7 years, my wife. The steak was yummy and my in-law's company was comforting...but it was certainly different.

Not as different as seeing a midget...dwarf...vertically challenged person, possibility a student of American University, coming through a Metro gate. She was barely taller than it. My first midget in DC! ;)

The job continues to be challenging as there's SO much to do here.It's a great challenge to not only have an opportunity to built a great website in the nation's cap but also to have people who are interested and willing to help. The support system here at WUSA-9 is awesome! I only wish that family and other friends could be closer -that's certainly a missing part and something that I think about often.

I don't get too lonely as I am around the in-laws and the job keeps me from ever having much downtown - lunch, what lunch? - I spent more time taking little breaks walking around the fourth floor from my desk to the coffee pot and back to the desk...or chatting with my producers about things. Getting out for a breath of fresh air is nice, though!

Well, gotta run to the Metro so I can get home for the weekend...hope to cross some of your paths...otherwise, until my next scribing - I promise to be more detailed! ;)

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