I got through my triple-scheduled week, but paid the price. Of course, the fact I couldn't sleep on Sunday night, when I got back, after a wearing wool all day at the Highland Games (I'm SO glad that Nightwind has very good air conditioning) and pushing myself hard, maybe contributed. My nose was simultaneously clogged and running (yes, it is possible), my thermoregulation (impacted ever since I had borderline heatstroke at a Civil War event) was running very hot, and it was 85 inside the house. I ended up unable to sleep, but dead tired. I finally, after hours of cold compresses, aspirin (to lower fever), and sitting watching late-night Iron Chef America, found myself nodding---at 2 am. Thank heavens! Yesterday was something I trudged through, sleep deprived, and all ache-y because it was my first heavy-slinging of cannon and equipment for the year. I think I sleep-talked through my last two phone calls, last night, and was out like a light minutes after finishing the last one. Sometime in the night, I managed to get up and turn out the lights, and slept heavily until morning. I'm better, today.
Damn, I hate getting older. In my twentysomethings, I could keep up this kind of scheduling for months at a time. Okay, yeah, I admit I do remember having a few problems now and then, but I could sustain the pace a lot better. Humpf, this getting older is just doesn't suit me at all.