Part of the fun of writing a daily is that you can make climaxes anticlimactic, and it doesn’t matter PLUS it usually makes it more fun. A very different beastie than writing actual plots where an anticlimactic like arctic explorers reaching the north pole and simply getting a haircut might lead you to have hoards of torch-bearing lynch mobs outside your door.
This reminds me of when I make a joke which is sarcastic or a huge exaggeration, and someone listening believes it, and I feel so bad because my intention is to never make other feel stupid.
I like having such a dog specific joke, those funny plastic cones they have to wear. Oh, and sometimes I’ve been the unwanted cheerer-on, sometimes the unwanting to be cheered-on.