sometimes as a morning radio host you worry about what you'll talk about the next morning. sometimes you think about it enough that you really can't sleep and you wind up watching movies until about two hours before you have to wake up... which extends the general uneasiness so you wind up dreaming about not finishing an assignment for class on time or having a little trouble dialing a rotary telephone during a fire.
and she was right. i wasn't myself on monday. i had a cold, and it pissed me off that it wouldn't go away after a week.
"you know why you have a cold, don't you? well, i'll tell you. it's because you ride that bike all around in bad weather, that's why."
i informed her that my wife was of similar opinion... and so was my sister and daughter. i also informed her that i really don't feel right if i don't ride my bike every couple of days. that didn't seem to make to sense to gloria.
"it's cold and all snowy out, and you, dedelow (she prounces it DAYD-low, which is incorrect) are out there ridin round on your bike like a crazy person."
so there. i was not myself on monday morning, which is often the most difficult show of the week. sure, there was a ton of ncaa games over the weekend, and that pretty much consumed me and just about everyone i know, but there wasn't much else. at least not much else i could dredge up in my less-than-optimal condition.
so caller mark even dropped me an email. he suggested i talk about the local cadillac dealer who moved all his cars over the weekend (allegedly, always allegedly). caller mark added - "in case it's a slow news day, like monday."
i sense pity, don't you? and that is one thing you don't want when you're a morning radio host... pity. but then again your listeners can sense when you are not you. can't really fake it, at least not for four hours or so a day. doesn't work. they sniff it out when you're not being genuine... and when what you are is less than your best self, they sense that too.... after a few days at least. you can plow your way through two, maybe even four, days... but after a while they sense that you're struggling and they tell you about it, subtlely or not.