Today was a very long day. The manhattan that JB made for me when I got home was just the medicine I needed. Sometimes the work one does pulls and stretches every emotional fiber and intellectual muscle one has. Today was such a day.
The good news is that, with a little coaxing (and yes, a little Manhattan), with a delicious meal, and some quiet conversation, one can actually see the other side. Drained and emptied, somehow I feel the promise of the cylinders slowly revving up again.
No fancy ideas or philosophical visions tonight. No projections of an enlightened spirit or creative activist notions. Just plain old exhaustion. Time for a good book. Time for bed.