I wonder if waiting for the elevator was partly because you weren't *doing* anything else, not packing, not negotiating difficult conversations, just standing and being reminded?

I remember being background-upset about completely unrelated things, listening to a lecture in the car about Judaism, and finding myself in tears over the destruction of the second Temple in 70 C.E. (I'm not Jewish). And part of that was because I was on morning-commute autopilot, which is for me a prime time for bad thoughts to sneak in.

Thinking of you all.