Respite

 

It appears to be midnight.  Bing!*  Bing!  Bing!  Bing! Bing!  —all right all right, I get it.

            I am very tired.

            The ME is being a total frelling ratbag bastard.

            . . . And I went ringing tonight.  And . . . er . . . last night also.** 

            I was talking to Merrilee this afternoon and she said, your ME is biting you and you did what?  You're going to do what?

            It's a tricky call, as anyone with an auto-immune complaint—or, I imagine, any...