...the day after is a total bear. At least it is for me, in this particular instance.
On Saturday we did a work event, an outdoor festival celebrating the importance of our region's water resources (specifically, lakes). Much of last week was spent working out the final logistics of tent placement and such, packing everything up, and fretting that the heavy rains of the previous week were going to turn the venue into Woodstock. Fortunately, the weather dried enough during the second half of the week that most of the standing water was gone, and Saturday itself was about as nice as you could ask for: sunny, clear, warm, and a lot of people in town.
There was a lot of running around to get things set up, a lot of lugging stuff back and forth: tables, chairs, crates of this and that, display boards--if you've ever done one of these things, you know the drill. The day was pretty successful overall, though the weather might have been *too* good--sometimes, people find other things to do when the weather's that good--my perception is that numbers were down from years past. Still, I think those that attended found the event both enjoyable and informative.
So, after all the hustle and bustle, after repacking everything and folding all the tables and chairs and loading all the crates and boxes and displays back in the vehicles, I did pretty much nothing else all weekend. Yesterday, I was tired, but not too bad. And I did make it to my writers' group, and I actually did work a bit on a project last night...but today. The day after the day after...wow.
How was your weekend?