I am emotionally drained.

Tristan und Isolde would drain the energy from a stalion. Also, I had a horrible experience while I was over there in Brighton. As soon as I can, I’ll write about it but the next few days will be light on posting.  I’m not able to take huge knocks in my stride anymore.  Was I ever?  Perhaps I used to be better at burying the blows.

The amazing thing is that I’ve found evidence that the gods exist.  Incontrovertible evidence.  And that’s taken a lot out of me as well.

I feel as if I’ve been in a dry martini, being shaken and stirred.