Well, my Hellish week is finally over. The pill story I started three months ago went in today's paper, just in time for Garrison Keillor's arrival to town. I'm sure one or two locals will complain that I'm making the town look bad.
The story wasn't what I wanted it to be, but it still turned out pretty well. I found a girl in recovery who had really bottomed out. She was candid, which is key to any such story. The cop and doctor were serious, but very empathetic. There's no Pulitzer in my future, but I'm still proud of it.
The last couple weeks have convinced that I need to make some changes at the day job. No firings, but definitely reshuffling. I've put it off too long.