You try your best to stay awake and rub your thrumming head. While most people celebrate holidays, you have no reason to. Every bit of the preparation for them is so intense and stressful, it leaves you tired after your work is done. You sit and wonder why such a workload always gets put on you on important holidays and not to the older and more skilled priestesses. Of course, its because all the important holidays are festive holidays, where men drink, parade about, and the only faces of women they want to see is a pretty young one. Its a shame things are that way. You truly admire and respect the older priestesses and their devotion to their god.
Your brain starts to tell your eyes that this is a good place to rest. Eventually, all thoughts melt into haziness as you get heavy lidded and yawn.