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.