I'm not sure.
Maybe it's my back, which I threw out when straightening my pantyhose.
Maybe it's my shoulder, which I pulled by playing tug-of-war with a 10 year-old. (don't ask)
Maybe it's our summer heat wave which has finally come to bite California in its Southern-most part.
Maybe it's my hormones, which have been residing in Crazy Town for the past year.
Maybe it's the fact that I've been seeing tragedy in everything I see…an unkept garden, a (my) messy kitchen…
I'm not at all sure. All I know is that more than once this week, as I walked home, I looked towards the pale and soothing moon – muscling its way through the late blue sky – for some badly needed comfort.