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.


Good night.