Have you ever had a day when it seemed you developed the equivalent of a head-cold of the mind?
That was today.
Slow-witted, vaguely unhappy, and breaking into tears for no apparent reason.
I reach for what comfort or wisdom my beloved might have given me, and I hear "Hartzeleh, 's vet sein gut." It'll be okay.
I may need to fast from the political email perhaps another day in addition to shabbos.
What I read is really getting me in the gut.
On some days, I keep my balance.
Today, I did not.