Of course I had a fibro-fog brain fart and screwed up my part just as the TV camera was zoomed right in on me, so I feel awful that did not represent the choir well to the large Sacramento viewing area.
By the time I get to my spot in the flag my legs are already screaming, and then I have to pretty much stand still for a couple of hours. I have a small rug to stand on to make it a tiny bit easier on my feet and legs, but it doesn't help much.
And oh! Talk about SWEATING! It pours out of me faster than I can scarff down my electrolyte-enhanced water. I'm concerned that the heat will keep people away and we won't have the turn-out we expected. It would be such a shame to go through all this and not have anyone show up for the festival!
Oh well, I really didn't mean to write a book, sorry for the long post. Just needed to do a brain dump, I guess - trying to get psyched up to go do this thing tonight. It will be wonderful and terrible at the same time.