*sigh* I had such grand plans for the day.
I had planned to crash early yesterday so as to be rested today. I ate a "tryptophan bomb" to make me sleepy, but it failed to detonate, I guess. Sometime after sunup I finally crashed. I woke after noon. I'd had a notion to call a friend who is back in Baltimore from China for a spell and who wants to pick my brain, and see whether she was available for a camera-geeking afternoon today, but the screwed-up sleep pattern put a crimp in that plan. Then as I was about to start getting ready to go to rehearsal, I fell asleep again -- I mean that "uh, I'm going to either lie down or fall down now" way of falling asleep -- not waking up until rehearsal was half over. And I had been rather solidly planning to attend rehearsal tonight. :-( That kind of glitches the idea of running down to Arlington from rehearsal, too. Finally, I got a phone call a few minutes ago about a possible gig on Sunday, and my phone quit (ran out of prepaid airtime) in the middle of the call. Whoops. I'm not having my best day.
I think I'll go feed Perrine, feed myself, try to sort out Sunday, and figure out what looks feasible for tomorrow.