I’m crying again. I am watching another episode of a competition show, but it's not the show that makes me weep. My crying is a ritual that has developed since the quarantine began in early March. Sunday has become my day to allow my feelings to flow freely without logic. I cry freely without explanation. I let tears flow because it is what my body, my mind, and my psyche need. I try not to put a story to them. I remind myself of what I say in so many of my workshops and parenting trainings: our feelings have no logic. Do not judge them. Do not tame them.