Well, the Deed gets Done tomorrow.
I have enlisted the help of my buddy Reno in the moving of Nana's bed and recliner -- the facility doesn't supply those -- Mom and Chris will see to the transport of Nana.
Reno and I will get into the wind sometime around 0800 Monday morning so that we can have the bed and chair on-site and assembled in Garland by the time Nana arrives.
You know, I've done some fairly hairy [deleted] in my four decades on this little green dirtball.
My normal reaction to the effects of adrenaline is to shake like a leaf once all is over and done. And I can't say that I haven't done my share of horking during an After Action Report.
I don't have problems prior to, or during, action. I can stick up outside a meth lab, or a hostage situation, and be cool as a cucumber. I can -- and have -- sat in the door of a chopper flying off into God-only-knows-what, feet dangling out over pitch darkness, mentally reviewing the Op Order, options and various possible scenarios -- too busy to have a care in the world.
I have walked into the middle of a full-blown riot with only my brother from another mother -- on a pass from the Army and doing a Ride Along -- as back-up.
Afterwards -- I shake like an epileptic. Before and during -- I'm too busy, talk to me when it's over.
I'm sitting here, ten hours to go, and my gut's tied in knots, butterflies the size of pteranodons are doing Immelmanns in my stomach and I'm restless as a rattlesnake on a hot rock. I can already tell you I'm not getting any sleep tonight.
This is new territory for me, and I'm pretty damned sure that I don't like it.
Sweet Shivering Shiva, let's get this over with.