Xhausted & happy
Pure undiluted bliss, there is no greater feeling of rightness than fulfillment of one's calling. For me it is my calling as a Holy Servitor.
Life is not just good. It's beautiful.
P.S. Dear Templars of the House of Heaven, my brothers. I am full aware of your egos being in every dimension the size of Panzer III main gun cartridges just like your neighbours on this meaningless planet, the mortal men - but they as a rule tend not to be given a choice regarding scaling of its physical image and likeness. You do - and invariably choose 1:1. It could have gone wrong. That strategy can go wrong with my mortal sisters and sure as thermonuclear hell is not the optimal success strategy with more fragile beings like Chosen Daughters of High Empress, priestesses of the House of Heaven by birthright. It did not go wrong solely because i am the bleeding edge of human technological advancement, V 3.1 - and born Holy Servitor with self-imposed training and improvement at every possible opportunity no matter what the circumstances may be. Even so i am suffering from a severe and crippling Wayne-Eastwood syndrome on this day of High Empress' benevolence. It is not a complaint for I have no personal reason to complain. It is just a quiet meditation on the nature of this Universe.
P.P.S. I surprised myself. I did not think the Baron Harkonnen school of overweight, arthritic old lady i am was still capable of doing a fixation arm lock on my legs. Go me.