All of a sudden I’ve lost my number one asset.
That of being able to sleep through anything.
Anytime.
Anywhere.
I am awake most nights at 0300.
Why?
The symposium I have poured so, so much of my brain power into over the last four months.
The mountains I’ve had to scale to make it an actuality.
The minutiae I’ve had to pay attention to.
It’s exhausting.
And nearly done.
And, God, I hope it goes off without a hitch.
Off to make my punch lists for the week for this Friday.
I hope I survive.
Dispatches from the Evening Shift 