2am. A man stumbles down the stairs and cannot stand. He is doubled over. I back up slowly down the hallway. He throws up. I back away. He throws up some more. And more. He mumbles something and then starts to eat what he’s thrown up. I run away. A legitimate nightmare.

I should try to go back to sleep.

What else for today?

Slow, slow, slow.

Filling out the roster and the schedule and everything is starting to feel real and I am feeling nervous.

Not what I needed.

Still riding the coaster.

I keep looking at the clock.

Family call.

It’s almost over. But it’s also not.