Gasping and limping, I made it to the finish line. This year’s rendition of the literary magazine of The Citadel, The Shako, has gone to print. Insert exhausted faint here.
It was down to the wire, though. I had to hustle across campus and flag down a moving minivan to deliver the disc. But I did.
So now to the grading and all the other things I’ve been putting off.