But the rehearsal schedule this fall has made it clear that a lot of ground has been lost. I woke up this morning as tired as I went to bed after rehearsal last night, which was very. I remember zipping up the levels of the auditorium at Riverbend--last night I could barely pull myself up them, and didn't get my breath back until after I was in the car and had called Richard to let him know I was leaving there. I'm having to stop partway home to eat something--no later than Cedar Park--before trusting attention and coordination on the rest of the way home.
The fix for this is no doubt "more exercise."
What I want is more hours in the day.
And as my work day should've started more than a half hour ago, I am already behind once again.