Tired

My mouth is smiling but my eyes aren't.

There has been too much thinking. Sometimes that happens. The Beloved says I should tell my brain it is not the boss of me - but what if I do that and it turns out he is wrong? My brain is a powerful and rather terrifying thing.

Some good things came out of all that thinking too. My Blerch (aka the destructive being inhabiting my head) has been properly identified and I even found the root of all that destructiveness. Sort of.
I'd like to type more about it - but I really am so tired I can barely type.

Onwards and upwards. Allons-y!