It could be the lingering migraine, or the impact of multiple social events within twenty-four hours in last weekend, or generalized sorrow and worry about things over which I have no control, or just plain exhaustion, or perhaps most of all, fatigue from being an emotional/financial/intellectual Rock of Gibraltar, that has led to this point. Regardless, here I am: I have fallen into the well.
Have mercy on me, Universe, for I am empty.
This lovely view of the actual Rock of Gibraltar was found here:
NinjaHead resides with a muffin-baking woman known herein as Herself. Herself has a Beloved Husband, with whom she shares three nearly-grown Offspring. When she is not writing Things, Herself nurtures a visceral fondness for small furry creatures. The household menagerie, which has varied in size and composition over the years, presently contains a minuscule middle aged chihuahua, a most mild-mannered senior chihuahua, and a very small hamster who, due to the prominence of his gonads, seems to need trousers for decency.