If I’ve been scarce lately, there’s a good reason. Not to count my chickens before they hatch, but I just sent to press the final 14 page section for 2022 “Progress edition.”

My former managing editor left the job at the end of January, leaving it up to me as the publisher to lay out 98 extra broadsheet pages from 11 sections, 120 magazine pages and nine regular newspaper editions. I don’t know what the math totals up to — and frankly, I am too exhausted to do math right now, or ever, really — but suffice to say that I have been working about 90 hours a week just to do the editor’s job and mine as publisher. Lots of going in at 8 a.m. and heading home at about 9 p.m.-ish nearly every single day since early February. All while dealing with some silly drama manufactured by someone in my personal life and fighting a nasty hacking cough that left me feeling like my obituary might get typed up before it all ended.

But dammit, I have survived! 

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