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All week I've been burning the candle at both ends: by day, taking care of the kids and preparing for a workshop I was to teach, and by night, playing four-hour shows at a casino with my band.
Yesterday it came to a head, when I ran the seminar all day (11:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m., plus prep and tear-down time before and after), then played the final show of the week—one of our best performances in a long time, I think—at the casino, followed by packing up our instruments and driving them home. I got to bed at 3:00 in the morning.
Then, since the kids were staying with my parents, I slept till 2:00 p.m., something I haven't done in at least 10 years. (My wife, who had come to see the show—and looked fabulous, by the way—managed to get up at 11:30.) Now, a couple of hours later, as it approaches dinner time, I feel significantly hung over, even though I had nothing but water, coffee, and Diet Coke to drink last night. Tomorrow it's back to the day job, which will be a relief. While I took vacation from that job this week to do all the other stuff, it's generally a much saner experience.