It’s beautiful outside and my sad state is making it a bittersweet reminder of things I cannot fully enjoy.  Ice cream cones and strolls in the park usually cheer me up, but they do not seem to be working their childhood magic on me.  When I was young and sick my mom used to tell me that all I had to do was get through a minute and then the next minute, then the hour, the day, and the month until it was over, until I was happy and healthy again.  It took me over two years to get better.  If sadness works the same way as sickness, how many minutes will I have to get through before it’s all over?