The end of the tunnel

This has been my day.

Twenty four hours from now, it will be in the printer's hands. Last one of the year. 

Jeff is still in town, and he got to spend the only sunny day we've had in a while going to a ballgame with Danny. I'm glad the boys got to have the day they did. I wish I could have been at the ballpark. But alas, the newspaper. 

I'll go be a teacher tomorrow. I think I'll head to Richardson for dinner, then back home for bed so I can wake up well-rested for my day off. 

I'm taking the day. My original plan was a train trip downtown and some food truck lunch at Klyde Warren Park. Maybe a museum after that, or Thanksgiving square. There's some cool art scattered downtown. The thing is, it will probably rain. I'll need a backup plan. After The Hoofbeat is out of my hands, I'll look into a few rainy-day alternatives. 

That's all she wrote for today, though. I'm plum tuckered out. I'll leave you with a funny- the stories for page seven were in various states of readiness, and some were pure garbage. Today, I threatened to fill the hole in the page this way: 

It was pretty tempting. I just couldn't think of any funny ones.