Schedule

I went through the program—not on Thursday, nor on Friday. Not on Saturday? Have they forgotten about my presentation. Wait, there’s still Sunday… Yikes! 8:30 a.m. on Sunday?! But— How— I can’t— How am I going to do this?

I looked through it once more. Thursday 8:30 to 4:30. I could miss the noon to 4:30 panel discussion. That won’t be bad. Friday, realistically 8:30 to 12:45. I can do that. And Saturday… starts at 8:30 and the last presentation is at 3:00. No way.

On day three I usually crap out anyway. Chances are I won’t make it through the first presentation. I should probably scrap Saturday if I want to be coherent on Sunday morning. I’m going to be in terrible shape—crippling headache, lousy headache... I won’t be able to access vocabulary. I’ll stutter. I’ll forget what I want to say…

I can’t— I don’t— How—

No. It’ll be fine. I’ll be fine. I’ll work it out. Cindy will help. But what if— No. I can figure this out.

Maybe.