Whoops

It all came to a head last night: three months of grueling telework, a pandemic, racism, fear for my country, a trying stomach.

I was on the back porch during a rain storm, and I just started crying, hard. There was no other reason, I was sure.

Until I was getting ready for bed, and Mom asked if I took my pills the night before.

I am tremendously sad, but the tears weren't an expression of that.