I am far too susceptible to other people's moods. I drink them in almost without being aware, and then I'm slogging through gray, trying to figure out why everything feels so edgy and unsettled. The man had several months of serene emotional weather as he recovered from his surgery. The air in our house was as sweet as it's ever been. But lately, his brow has been knitting together more, the weather turning dark, and I think he's worrying about something, or not feeling as well as he was. It could be that the world is just wearing him down again, especially work, where one person is extremely difficult and emotionally draining. Then again, maybe it's me, worrying overmuch and hitching the flow. I suppose I am writing this here because acknowledging it helps me simply to sit with it, letting it swirl and eddy and, soon enough, pass on through. That's the idea anyway on this bright, cold, and distinctly chemical Sunday.