Workin' Late on a Monday

Ah, the annual edition. I had hoped, with Eve's arrival at the paper, that my days of paginating special sections were over ... alas, here I sit after midnight, stressing over last-minute details like cutlines and grayscales and other tiny, majorly important things. The strawberries and I are keeping each other company, and whenever I don't think I can handle another page of jumplines and photo credits, I'm cruising Flickr and emptying out old e-mails. It truly is a dull way to spend a Monday night (technically Tuesday morning), but what else is there to do at this hour in a Wyoming town? Suck it up and get it over with ....