I can be brave for just so long before my spirit collapses. That happened yesterday as torrential rains poured down, nothing I wrote made sense, the condo short sale remained mired in quicksand, a check I needed didn’t arrive and a client didn’t just reject an article I wrote for him, but also said some awful things about the writing. My solution was a sleeve of chocolate-covered graham crackers that left me feeling so terrible, I longed to be bulimic. Early to bed was the only answer. I feel better today and will replenish the cookie supply, just in case.