My mind wasn’t very kind to me today, so I’m going easy on myself and will keep this brief. We all have these days, I think, swallowed up by a misplaced sadness or anxiety; by something that we can’t explain but feel so viscerally. It’s a reminder that we’re alive, I think. That we’re capable of feeling and that for better or worse we feel the highs and the lows. I drank more tea, worked from the couch under a blanket, took deep breaths, let myself have a little cry.