Well, I’m back from a week with my husband’s family. It was time off work; it was in a lovely climate; it was with family. But.
I cried on the plane.
I cried in the car.
I cried while making dinner.
I cried at the table during both seders.
I cried while watching television.
I cried while having a conversation.
I cried at the freaking science museum during the freaking Hubble telescope movie.
I can’t figure out if I’m relieved or alarmed that no one noticed.