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It's the busy season.

The department's three people down today (one on leave, one on ill-timed vacation, and one too sick).

Because several of us were in late, there was a backlog of work by the time everyone who was coming to work was at work.

The editorial department is shortstaffed too, meaning that several papers are going more slowly. That the editorial material comes in slowly does not change the ultimate deadline, though.

I had a large frothy cup of something from Starbucks in order to shift into overdrive and get it all done.

Several hours and at least seventy pages later, I can see the crash approaching. But I can also see the end of today's work.

Nope. No qualms about my decision to go. Not if I can escape this.

And now, I have to go stop the chipmunks from running around in my head.