The Old Girl gets up at 3:30 am, having slept all of what, five hours maybe, puffing with adrenaline and regret and trepidation about what is to come.
She gets on a plane by 8 am, arrives at her destination by 8:30 pm, Eastern Time, dog ass tired and ready to die. Can't sleep. Too many questions. Too much adrenaline. Too many uncertainties.
She dozes off at 12:30, but is awakened by 1:15 by a phone ringing.
Adrenaline, adrenaline, adrenaline!!!!!! Who could be calling with what dire news at this time of night??? I leap from the bed, juggle the phone ... and it's a wrong number.
Adrenaline poisoning ruins the rest of the night.
No sleep.
Hoping and praying that all the adrenaline and weariness don't make me have a heart attack myself.
I hate traveling without Bernie.
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