30 Hours & Still Alive

So --- we're on to the 30th hour and still alive. Still alive. Still . . .

It's a team effort this is, certain tasks requiring everyone at god-awful hours of the day --- on-call for all even while 75% could be sleeping (and are) half of the other time.

Keep busy myself, especially for those "off" times: too difficult to re-awaken. Drink lots of coffee. LOTS of coffee. Eat LOTS of cheap carbs and sugar-powered energy. Move a lot, then hunker into the intense moments when my tasks are due. Try to be helpful for others when I could be/should be in a corner looking like a corpse sprawled in a chair. (Oddly, I have set up a comfortable chair for taking naps in the daytime. Don't dare go near it now, though: I'd be deeper in dreamland than a drink-besotted wino. Keep moving. Keep moooovvvviiiing.)

So we're still here: pulling into the next stage, where we hand over the lot to another team to take over for 18 hours or so. Driving on a highway is an experience when your body is wired and your eyes hyper-opened. Glad I don't use drugs (too cheap to've started young, too dignity-conscious to start now): if I'd been on uppers, this would be dangerous. Coffee wore off a couple of hours ago. Now it's just endurance and, perhaps, the food kicking in from the corner Denny's. Thanking the deities for any place that sells breakfast 24 hours a day: sometimes pancakes, eggs, bacon and cholesterol are exactly what the body needs.