I had a minor panic attack this afternoon. I have no idea where it came from. I think it was a combination of the fact that there's a large something loose in my apartment and I don't know where it is or where I'll find it next, hopefully-getting-the-job stress, and claustrophobia caused by not leaving the house at all till 2:30 p.m.

So I took a drive, which didn't help much, as I decided 101 was the best way to get where I was going. But I ended up at my appointment a few hours early, and walked along the Bay Trail for a while, watching the airplanes take off and land at SFO, taking pictures, looking at birds, and trying to relax. I have found that the key to relaxing, however, is to find a nice squooshy piece of lawn (dry, of course) where you can just lie down and look at the sky. I found some, and did that, and I felt much better by the time the ants got the better of me and I returned to my car.

Capping it all off by listening to great music, even if it's only the "hooks," winning $100, and calling one friend and getting to talk to two makes things look up considerably as well.

The first problem still exists, which is giving me some stress, but I've decided not to live my life in fear. At least till he pops up somewhere unexpected again. Sometimes deciding when you're going to be scared is all you can do.