For the past week or so I've been in a bit of a funk. No large thing is wrong -- life is pretty good actually -- but little things add up: I came in second for a job I'd applied for. The last time I saw my sweetie we fought. Educational debt is bumming me out because it feels like I'll never be able to save enough for retirement and I worry I'll be eating dog food when I'm old, or have to take the pill like Ruth Gordon in Harold and Maude. My period is late (no, I'm not pregnant, just irregular and moodier because of it). I just learned from Lori's blog that Jessa has died. Those students were gunned down at Virginia Tech today. And the sun hasn't shown its face for more than a moment for the past two weeks.

If only the sun would come out everything else would seem manageable...