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Zzzzzzzzzzz. I need to pace myself; Franciscan simplicity is in short supply just now. This Myers-Briggs Introvert and Enneagram 6 is badly in need of a good dose of "get up and go." I've had a run of perfectly worth spirituality type events over the last few weeks with more in the pipeline. Loads of input all needing to be processed with much output, too. It's the latter which really drains me: this was the second Saturday night in a row when I was so exhausted I was in my pyjamas by 7.30 pm! I can pussshhh myself outwards quite convincingly; love it even, but, boy, do I need my time back in my shell to recover. So I spent this afternoon curled up with a blanket, hot waterbottle and our latest book club read - CJ Sansom's Dissolution: blood, gore and sinister goings-ons in Reformation England. I don't think I'll be able to visit a monastery ever again without checking over my shoulder every five minutes for cowled figures slinking about in the shadows, secret passages, sinister spyholes and falling masonry!