The lounge was packed last night, and I stayed up past midnight. Got up at six this morning, found coffee, stumbled to a 7AM rehearsal. More coffee, then concert band rehearsal. In a few minutes, rock band. Tonight a concert, then back to the lounge.
Active duty was a lot like this. I'm helping move equipment, tracking down people, wondering when I'll squeeze in a nap and, like many of us, running on fumes.
And trying not to dwell on the fact that tomorrow night this will be over.
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