Writers aren't known for their maturity, sobriety or personal hygiene.
It's Friday, and the weekend edition is nearly complete. It's been a stupendous week. I liked all the stories I wrote...which doesn't happen every week. I kissed my elbow in celebration.
Jeff and I got into a screaming match earlier today over gun control. It was awesome...one of our better fights. My Aunt B. came in a little later to bring me a magazine with a whole page of dog quotes in it and I was yelling at Jeff at the time. She nearly turned around and walked back out.
But there is a great love in the newsroom. I mean that.