Story is finished and turned in, and since it’s not midnight in California yet, I’m going to claim I made my deadline. Just 11,350 words in the end, so quite a bit shorter than the 15K goal, but that can be addressed in revision. It’s been a while since I did this kind of marathon writing session; nice to know I still have it in me. I even like the story. 
And now, to bed. Oh, sweet, sweet bed. Sweet sweet sleep.
“Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care,
The death of each day’s life, sore labor’s bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,
Chief nourisher in life’s feast.” – Shakespeare
That dude knew what he was talking about.