I'm feeling so low. I was great last week. In fact, I was great for about two weeks. But something happened Thursday. I don't know what. I can't put my finger on it. Ever since then I've been down, weepy, tired. I don't want to do anything. I don't want to tell my wife, it will just scare and depress her. So, when I have no choice, I mask up, paste on a false smile, and head into see others, like I'll do in a minute. 

Yesterday I turned 60. I'm miserable, but I can't let on. I have to keep the mask on. Only you all know how sad and alone I feel.