It's time for that age-old cure espoused by everyone I admire - prayer and fasting. Nope, it's not a euphemism for anything, it's not a political statement or anything else. It's hitting the "reset" button on my psyche. It's yelling "do over" after my emotional basketball has gotten itself stuck on the roof. It's the "Ctrl-Alt-Delete" my body needs right now to kick my rebooty.
Okay! I've talked myself into it!