I am swinging back and forth between anxiety and . . . what is the opposite of anxiety? Tranquility? Something like that. Unfortunately, I swing toward anxiety when I am lying awake at night. Last night I thought about the rat that made its way up to the attic -- it was killed (I think?) in one of the traps and Jim discovered it yesterday. I know the critter guys are working their system and this is part of the process, and I didn't think it was bothering me.
But when I went to bed I found myself worrying about it, wondering if the problem will ever be under control until the siamese-twin house crumbles or is rescued by some enterprising person. I wish someone would take care of it. I wish everyone had a decent place to live. I wish people would stop shooting at each other. I wish I had a pony. And so on.
