I passed a window on my way to the bathroom to get a drink of water, and saw a squirrel sitting at the corner of a rooftop a couple of houses over. Don't know why, but I felt like crying. Not because it was beautiful or touching in some way. No idea why. Lack of sleep, maybe. I saw an illustration today of a figure caught in a storm, the words "It will all be okay" written over the scene. I hope to god it will be.