Thinking back over the summer and how I might have gotten to such a low place. I think it started with the shock and grief of Anthony Bourdain's death on June 8. It was hard to face living in this dark world when that great light had gone out. Then the stress of Honey leaving, end of school busyness and then Zeffi's illness. His death on July 12 was devastating to me, triggering grief on top of the grief I already carried. I feel myself coming out of it now. The rabbis and their 7 days and 30 days of mourning were very wise. Luckily, it's not too late to have a good summer.