The days are getting shorter. The sun, that brilliant star that lights our lives, is setting earlier. Bit by bit, every evening. This time of year is always a bit sad for me. It is a form of closure. Saying “goodbye” to another summer. Somehow, it is hard for me to couch it as saying “hello” to another winter. In my mind I know that is logical, but in my heart, another summer has passed to mourn. I haven’t felt my best the last couple of days. I put it down to stress – the big annual fundraiser I host is quickly approaching, and at the same time my job, my main source of income, is being threatened to disappear (health insurance along with it). So yeah, stress could make my body not function properly, right? Only, as the second day of feeling “off” wore on, it became harder and harder to ignore that things just weren’t right. It came to a head on a 25-minute car ride. We had met a friend for din...