Weepy

Today is a very weepy day. Which hasn't happened in a while. I've had grief bursts, of course, on a fairly regular basis, but today they are a lot more common and frequent.

I can't think of anything, in particular, to account for it. My cousin has pushed me to go on the Camino de Santiago de Compostela, and I'm reading a book on it. However, other than having seen "The Way" a few times, which Gloria and I both enjoyed, I can't think why that would be a big issue. (Reading some bits out of "Walking to the End of the World" does seem to trigger bursts, but nothing so far is terribly profound, and I just seem to be easily triggered today.)