Bad Dream
Funny thing about anxiety, I was thinking as the evening bounced along, sometimes it's real and sometimes it isn't. And what is 'real?'
Ah, so terribly profound, particularly leading up to dinner, already possessed by some vague and nameless fear. When did it start? And what did I make of it? The usual. Fear drifts in and out of my daily experience.
Actually, it provides a natural set of guidelines. Just the other evening, the night routine being a bit out of sequence, I had taken off my shoes Read more [...]