Guess my poker face gave me away this morning. And my darling husband took it upon himself to cheer me up. He told me I'd feel better after I ate. He fixed an unusual, but extremely tasty breakfast. Then he made me laugh, took me for a ride in the car, helped me shop for a few more plants and carried everything upstairs.
The "problems" that got me down are simmering in my brain. It's like a rubik's cube up there, with endless combinations and pairing of ideas to find solutions. (Yes, we recently watched "Pursuit of Happyness"--and loved it).
I have to trust my own process. Difficult, but necessary.