I have been very weepy, quite forlorn, for at least a week. The slightest thing --- from all parts of the good/bad, happy/sad spectra --- has sent me into sobs. It will suddenly be 7 or 8 at night, and I realize I've just been sitting on the couch, staring, for the whole day.
On Wednesday, though, I was able to break out a pair of cowboy boots for the first time this year. I wore them to therapy.
That helped for a little while.