Actually, the worst for me wasn't when I came home but when I went to work recently: I left my apartment at about 8:20 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time (eastern US) feeling a crushing sense of sadness for no apparent reason. I wondered at this, since it was a beautifully clear morning, I wasn't experiencing any unusually stressful situations such as an illness in the family, and I wasn't close to the time I might be experiencing PMS.

So I tried to shrug it off, drove to work, settled in at my desk for my morning routine, and turned on the radio to hear, instead of the usual program, a report that a plane had hit a skyscraper in New York City. It was September 11th.

I still wonder if that heavily-depressed feeling "meant" anything.