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That’s probably how I’d be recorded this evening. Our lad is feeling playful, but I’m not in the mood.

Actually, my mood crashed at about midday, and nothing could restore it. The source? Unknown. Certainly it was a miserable day out there, the sky dark, rain pelting it down.

But is that sufficient to account for these pervasive blues, for the tears that nearly burst forth, for this restless heart, for the sadness which descends without warning? I don’t know where they have come from, but I wish they would now leave.

Ya Rabb, grant me happiness, and contentment with my provision. Ya Rabb, lift this melancholy from my heart. Ya Rabb, make me grateful for your blessings. Ya Rabb, rectify for me all of my affairs. Amin.