The enemy’s plan was a physical nightmare. We are slogging through its shadow as it is halted and hijacked. That is still a psychological nightmare. There are no real breaks, just shifts in venue. A war for the mind goes with you, riding in your own head.
The Devil not only wears you down, but also sells you the poison pick me up. Bit of a shame that the worldly temptations to divert you are so tempting! There are days when Mr Fookitall comes to visit. Thankfully tends to be a short stay visitor.
Thanks for what you're doing Martin. It's an unbelievably short yet long somehow stretch from a few years back + to now when I first dabbled in some of your scribbles when I tried to "pick up the pen again" after decades of not spilling my mind onto paper with essay and prose. I had a short only months long reintroduction to "what journalism turned into since the mid-90s?" right in the middle of the Al Franken atom bomb! In short order, I backed out again...things were boiling over! Hope we're both scribbling from the other side when this is over!