Ground to a standstill

Clearly talking about myself is hazardous. I had another author chat yesterday - thanks so much to mychael_black2 
and lee_rowan for coming and keeping me going with questions.  But today I am so totally shattered that I can't even face editing. 

Of course this may have something to do with the fact that I've got to a really bad bit that needs cutting out and re-writing from scratch, but my brain is ded, dedder than a ded dodo that has been ground up and fed to a whale, and... oh what I really want to do is go to bed.  I will compromise by looking up 18th Century operas and opera houses/theatres in Kingston.  I've said John loves music, so I ought to allow him to show it.