This has been a curious week; filled, overfilled, crammed even, with feelings—and the desire to not feel at all. The notion of tsunami is clearer than it has ever been.
A situation—a simple question, really—rose early in the week, and the search for an answer revealed a metaphor for my very existence. So, while I cope with it, Agincourt may in fact be my refuge.
Dr Bob warned me about this.