“When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people.” — Abraham Joshua Heschel

I’m in an emotional mood. I guess you could call it a “hormonal mood,” but regardless of semantics, my mood remains. I’m finishing up an article, but all I really want to do is put on some show tunes and belt out a few songs so loud and so hard that it serves to purge all of the emotion inside of me.

This would have been a good day to go to the gym, to push and push until physical exhaustion sets in, but it’s an off day. Which leaves the music option.

I am tired. I have cramps. In one moment, I embrace M.s. and hold him tight, and weep because of how happy I am to have him in my arms, and in the next, he is off to the grocery store, to leave me with my work, and I stare out the window, paralyzed with the need to cry some more, but without any immediate reason to.