Lee and I went to the theater yesterday to see a classic Rodgers and Hammerstein musical. Thankfully, the theater was dark during the production because I spent much of my time in tears. It seems that every tender moment of the play brought tears to my eyes.
Why am I crying so much? It’s not as if the play had anything to do with my situation. It was simply a love story. Even now, as I write these words tears have emerged. Am I depressed, as Lee has suggested? I don’t feel depressed. Basically, I feel fine. I just can’t seem to turn off the faucet.