The feeling of exhaustion that sets in in the morning (after workout, Mass and breakfast) when I sit down to work in the library, particularly when the ventilation is low, or the tourists are ubiquitous, or I move around a bit to avoid the coughing/contagion is very, very strong. Almost a paralyzing physical incapacity. Without a doubt, the last few months have been the most physically trying in my life -- and between the years of outdoor drama and the years of prior adversities, that's saying something. We're certainly into the marble-keeping (or for that matter, losing) stage of the game, and it's not necessarily clear that this one will end in triumph and glory. To the event.
