The Answer is Never

A few crappy weeks in a row and I lost my mojo. Bigtime. Erica offered me reassurance with "I have a smoking room and the new British Elle and Vogue," which, when it comes to cheering me up, does the trick, but doesn't deal with the nagging issues. And I fell down the stairs and sprained my wrist, and had several Big Conversations that only resulted in making me alternate between sad and angry. I prefer neither.