I often refrain from saying anything here that I’ve already seen posted or reposted by someone else. So while I was tempted yesterday to say it was the worst day of my nearly 18 years at The Post, it had already been said - and said well by many others. But today, for the record, since there is not one mention of it in the print edition delivered to my home in the nation’s capital: leaders at The Washington Post yesterday laid off 300 journalists. They closed bureaus around the globe, leaving fewer eyes on vital power centers and hostile regimes. They vastly shrunk our ability to cover the District of Columbia and the surrounding area. They abandoned the coverage of sports teams central to the region’s identity and at a time when upheaval and online sports gambling has become pervasive. They fired a stunning number of talented colleagues who make sense of the world around us in technology, business, education, climate, health and more. They fired journalists who take and select photos, edit video, produce audio, sketch graphics and who conceive and create other forms of digital story telling. They fired Pulitzer winning investigative reporters who spent the last year writing about the growing political influence of billionaires and dedicated editors and unsung heroes who every day save our copy from errors. It was, by any metric, a Washington Post-worthy news story, a story of gross corporate fiscal mismanagement, of a loss of independent media - of the buckling, critics would say; “restructuring,”  Post leaders would say - of an American institution. In the newsroom, there are goodbyes to come for so many journalists I’ve been proud to call colleagues. Sadly, it was not a one-day story, readers will soon see.