Good Grief 312

Continuing my theme of feelings of fading...
These are just about the last of the sweet peas. They're looking pretty battered out there.
Another week done and feeling much the same here.
The exhaustion of the weeks.
So tired, and crawling to the finish line, I left the Marie Celeste yesterday evening. A moment of euphoria at having made it followed by the abyss.
I lapse into a state of purdah, almost a mild shock.
I just want to be completely silent and am too worn out to contemplate much.
It's a survival, an existence, of sorts.