Tired . . .

I am physically spent. That is tired . . . I can see now the toll of finishing a PhD is about to hit. This is not going to be pretty. I might disappear for a bit. I leave STEIM tomorrow and return to Belfast to write, write, write . . . My head is foggy all the time and all I want to do is sleep. It's the pressure, the stress . . . but, I realize the only way to alleviate this is to get it done. So, I am off to make it all go away . . .