Today, 2500 copies of Encounter Calhoun County will go out as inserts within The Calhoun Chronicle. I'm feeling a little better about the print job this morning, even though the thought of chewing out the printer kept me awake most of the night as I practiced the perfect phrasing in my head that would let him know exactly how heartbroken I am about it.

I woke up this morning with rash on my neck, likely the result of yesterday's nervious tension. At least the tension headache I had last evening disappeared as I slept through the night.

Frank tried very hard to make me feel better, noting that everything I had done was right. But it wasn't long before he tired of my moping and said, "It's only work." Taking his ever sturdy stance that work is not the priority of our lives.

Frank is often reminding me that I am merely the reporter at the paper, and that there are other people who should be dealing with such issues - editor, publisher, owner. He gets to be little hard-headed about it, wondering why I care so deeply when sometimes it seems that no one else does. He is often saying, "It's only work. It is not your life."

"I just wanted it to be perfect," I said.

Frank laughed.

"You expect too much."