I hate, absolutely detest, this time of day. It is a time from about 5:30 PM till 8:30 PM when I just sink. Will and passion and everything is entirely drained from my body and I feel like mush. That is right now.
I don't know what it is. It seems to happen every year, maybe as the days get shorter and the sun sets when it should be beaming. But for a few months I am absolutely useless inbetween 5:30 to 8:30 PM. I loathe that time, I dread that time, I am nauseated by that time. My delight, my bliss, my heart bleeds from me as the light saps from the sky.
And again the next day.
I don't know what to do. If any of you want to call me between 5:30 and 8:30 PM, you would be welcomed.
PS from the next morning:
Fortunately a wine contact just came through with eight boxes, red and white, Chilean wine. Exquisite.