The half our past midnight was written at that time, but not completed. I use Discord, and that means I have a little noise, in me head(phones), the ginabot blurlble, that alerts me to a comment from you well before it shows up in the comment thread, or Steemworld for that matter. So that was the length of the interruption from 12:30 to 02:10 and it felt like a dealing with a boxing match, not a sparring partner at a time I was already exhausted, having trouble reading my screen.

I spend my unscheduled days between geriatric care, running a house hold, and gathering as much useful information as I can in between. Living in the physical with much less than perfect health and in the cerebral for that many hours without any rest, beats me to a pulp. So much for ever writing about them coming after me when I'm down, I don't want to wear my armor anymore. Not around you anyway.

When I write exhaustion or fatigue, I mean exactly that, in the physical.

On a public platform, I am talking to you, more openly than I have with anyone in more than a decade, or perhaps ever. Please allow me a breath of air, I'm doing what I can.

Here we go, another reply interrupted, gotta go, someone woke up so duty calls.