I may not be middle-aged, but I am getting old…

I had a deployment this weekend. (If you don’t know—or can’t remember—what a “deployment” is, see this previous post, and click the pop-up near the beginning.) It didn’t go too bad, but it was a long one; from about 12:30–6:30AM, not including prep time.

It’s now Tuesday, and I’m just starting to get back into the swing of things. It took me that long to recover from the lack of sleep. (And, probably, from the bad eating. I don’t think I had a proper supper that night, or breakfast or lunch the next day…)

But it wasn’t too long ago that this type of thing wouldn’t have phased me at all. I’m sure that within the last two years, maybe even the last year, I could have done such a deployment without being affected. Maybe I would have been a bit tired the next day, but that would be it.

The scary part, though, is that I’ll be doing it again Wednesday night (meaning Thursday morning). I hope I’m recovered, by then, or else I don’t know what will happen to me!