I feel like not me today. I feel very out of myself, much like what the Others might vaguely imagine me to be like. I put on this hat that I love but never wear because I look stupid in hats. I drove...is my head space lately. And yet I write nothing. I am reminded of the Rabbi Hillel: If I am not for myself, then who will be for me? And if I am only for myself, what am I? And if not now, when?