As I was having a bit of breakfastt, I was thinking how pleasant and calm this long weekend was going to be. In 1984, I was writing charts for a cruiseline entertainment company and I had a late arrival of several big charts on the Friday of Memorial Day weekend to be scored for the copyist by Tuesday morning. I believe I got no more than 2-3 hours of sleep a night for the next 4 days, turned the charts in on Tuesday by 9 am, and had a mini-nervous breakdown. I wonder how much that angst on a holiday weekend contributed to the breakup of my last romance?
In 2000, I was scoring TONIGHT AT 8:30 for the Williamstown Theatre Festival over the Memorial Day weekend and I developed an earache in my right ear. By Sunday morning my ear was swollen shut but it kept draining and the pain was unbearable. Since I couldn't se a doctor until Tuesday, I spent the weekend writing and chewing Tylenol tablets. In hindsight, I wonder why I simply didn't go to an emergency room. I guess the job was more important to me.
Yep, this weekend seems a breeze. So far.