Yet another sign of the midlife crisis: just about anything makes me cry these days. Any emotion at all can bring on the tears, which is not like me at all generally. Last night I cried through the beginning of the Saints game. This morning I'm tearing up at a blog post by one of my favorite authors (yay, Stacey Ballis!) recounting all of the good things that have happened to her this year. And interestingly, the tears in both instances are only slightly based on a "oh poor me" feeling. Of course, there's always a small component of that since I am so generally unhappy with my life right now. But a lot of it is a sort of sympathetic happiness as well, which is weird. I am so happy that New Orleans has such a great team to focus on right now after everything the city has been through. And I am genuinely happy for Stacey as she completely deserves her current joy. And both things give me a sense of hope in general too. But the crying is new. And interesting.