In moments of sheer and utter and often time inexplicable sadness, I usually have to force myself to do just one thing. Usually that involves and starts with getting up, moving my body, leaving my bed. This one thing can be: organizing all the shoes in the entryway, or going for a run. It can be taking a shower, because water always helps (what’s that saying about water? Something about tears, rain, and the ocean being life saving? Or maybe the saying is about salt, which would account for the ocean and the tears, but not the rain.)