Three years into his surgical residency, my sister Geo sent Mika a wacky postcard in sympathy of his chronic state of sleep deprivation. The black and white photos showed a man in a suit lying down in various places, including a well tended vegetable garden and atop a cluttered desk. The caption offered clear succinct advice: "When in doubt, get horizontal."
I tried the horizontal state several times today in an effort to prevent falling over with grief. I also managed to mow the lawn and circle the sparkling waters of Green Lake, but I found the most therapeutic result from two loads of laundry.