When the cat's away, the mice will... sleep.
The editor, John M., took off yesterday for his summer vacation. And for some reason the guy who normally delivers the papers to stores wasn't around, so the publisher drove the route instead, which means he didn't make it to the office until after 2 p.m. So no one was actually "in charge" yesterday. And it seems today was the most relaxed deadline day I can remember. That's probably due to both the fact that more of the work is getting done outside the room where I spend my time, and the fact that more stories and stuff were saved up for the time they'd be shorthanded. Sooo... overall, relaxing.