it's dark in here

the glorious dr. spot spent monday night elsewhere. i spent monday night mostly sleepless, trying to corral my catastrophizing thoughts. catastrophe, from the greek, meaning to overturn, ruin, or undo.

turns out the furry little darling had gotten locked into my neighbor's basement. again. there must be something powerfully enticing in there, is all i can say. but of course even those of us with brains bigger than a walnut get locked into familiar basements.... like expecting the worst.

::sigh:: oh my dears, our silence will not protect us. and neither will our paranoia.

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