- The Festival continues.
- We're in the home stretch now; I can see the end.
- But there are still details to manage and vehicles to maintain and shuttles to run.
- And rain in the forecast.
- Which makes me nervous from a flights-on-time standpoint.
- (But I'm trying to just ignore that right now.)
- For me, the Festival is a stamina thing.
- You see, I have a nice, neat little schedule.
- Normally.
- A part-time job that has major deadlines once in a while.
- And a micro-part-time job that doesn't.
- And then I added this Festival gig to the mix.
- It's tough to jump into full-time-even-weekends-and-on-call-even-when-you're-off.
- I'm not whining or complaining.
- (At least, not at this moment. I've done plenty of that. Just ask my Mom. Or Tom.)
- I'm just stating the facts.
- Maybe I'm just too old for this. I think that must be it.
- Because I'm really tired. Physically and emotionally.
- Despite the dark chocolate peanut M&Ms.
- And the wine.
- My spirits are sagging.
- Yesterday afternoon, Tom encouraged me to get out in the garden.
- First, he gently nudged. I think you'd feel better if you got out in the garden. When I just sat in the chair like a blob and whimpered, he got a bit more stern. Get out in the garden before I strangle you!
- Not really.
- Not out loud, at least.
- But he did encourage me to get out there.
- So I did.
- I weeded.
- And pruned.
- And dug out some invaders.
- For a couple of hours.
- I feel so much better.
- We're in the final week of the festival.
- I think I can make it!
- (Pass the dark chocolate peanut M&Ms, please!)
