I'm sad. I'm not sure what is going on. I went to the orthopedist last week and got a look inside my body and I've been feeling fragile and depressed ever since. What did it trigger in my emotional body, I wonder? Summer is always a hard time, I think. I'm so very lonely, even surrounded by people, tears pooling right behind my eyes. I am so weary of myself, so very weary and I need to get past this because I plan to be around see my children's children not just born, but grown up, and that's all there is to it. Sometimes, though, I feel I could easily lie down and never get back up, and writing that made the waterworks spill over, because it's the truth we're not supposed to admit, much less set down in cold hard type, that we're so tired, and so weary of ourselves that we can't quite see how to go on. Except I will go on. Don't worry about that. I'm just having a moment. A month.