The drugs worked well enough to let me work, but certainly I feel a mite dislocated. Shall sleep well tonight.
(I always expect solar eclipses to look like the description in The Last of the Wine and they never do, possibly because they're never full. Today's looked kind of, well, grimy, to be honest. You'd probably get the same effect from a sandstorm, which we don't get in Toronto: at least, not yet.