The Bloody Doors Off

So I went to put out the recycling earlier tonight, only to find the way blocked by the upstair’s friend who parked his big-ass truck jusssssssst deep enough in the driveway to make it impossible.

Two hours later I checked again and they’d left, so I ran down to put the containers by the curb.

And I dunno if it was the chill in the air or a stray synapse misfiring (probably the latter with a pinch of the former), but it brought on a panic attack that had me reaching for a steady surface.

I got lucky.