Wednesday night. Weekend is here.
Let me explain.
We have booked off on vacation on Thursday. Our earned day off is Friday. And Monday is a holiday. So, five days away from work. Of course, those days will fly by in a heartbeat. They always do.
After work tonight I went to the Archives to research some more unsolved murders and missing persons cases. I found one particular article that I tapped this evening for my next true crime piece in Frank, which I hope will be published next week. Once I found that, I started looking for more articles about other cases that I will be writing about in the coming months. I found quite a bit.
One case in particular that has confounded me is a murder in Dartmouth back in 2012. I finally managed to track down the man's sister in the last few days. But she doesn't want to talk to me. I don't get it. Do they want these murders solved or not? The media can really get the word out about these cases, in a way that the police cannot. They need us as we need them. I'm happy to talk to these people to write an honest article about their loved ones. When they don't want to talk to me, or other media folks, then I am flummoxed.
I picked up Patricia and the Halifax Shopping Centre. I didn't see her at first, so I had to double back, and I took the wrong turn, and I don't want to talk about it any more. Not my finest hour. We got home and I ate something. Around 9pm, I came down here and finished the true crime piece I mentioned earlier. I filed it with my editor about 20 minutes ago.
That done, I can enjoy the next several days. Most of that time, we will be at the cottage, so blog updates will be spotty between now and Tuesday. Sorry about that.
I think I will turn in. Lots of fun on Thursday.