Alive but not completely functional, I am here!
*waits for the thunderous applause to die down*
*ignores the occasional boos and hisses*
After a frantic evening of tornado prep, which included but was not limited to: cramming everything of dire importance into an already stuffed walk-in closet, filling up 6 big jugs of water for drinking and hygiene purposes, freaking my dog out completely by putting her harness and leash in said-closet, boiling eggs and descending into rational panic… I am pooped.
Thankfully, we only had one real scare when a tornado was reported on the ground with 165mph winds moving our way. Yep, fun stuff. (By the way, that was the tornado that ended up taking a chunk out of Athens, Alabama and killing 2 people. Why my parents insist on living in north Alabama I have zero idea. *sighs*)
Another day of meteorological mayhem is on tap for this afternoon and into tonight, so the amount of actual work I get done will most likely border on the slim to none. But we’ll see.
On the work front, I was notified by AOL this morning that my work email account that had been hacked two weeks ago, had in fact only been “spoofed.”
Well, that makes that sooooo much better.
At least, the fault was not on my end. Apparently 2 percent of all AOL accounts were affected by the security breach and spoofed.
Bottom line: I am not infected.
There is no virus running rampant though silently through my system just waiting to strike again.
That’s all good and we’re going to concentrate on the good… not the trouble it caused.
See, this is me thinking positive.
Feels kind of creepy, doesn’t it? *lol*
Acclaimed author of 17 novels (my dogs and mother adore me), World traveler (I’ve felt the Sahara Desert between my toes… still gobsmacked over the stars in the Sahara) And survivor (of three dirty-fighting gremlins named Anxiety, Panic and OCD)… My name is Chloe Stowe. Hello. If you’ve found your way here, you’ve most likely arrived on the coattails of my blog, The Words and Madness of Chloe Stowe. Started in 2012, my daily rantings now number in the thousands. Ranging from humorous to moody, poignant to absurd, these tiny tidbits of thought began as a way to get my name “out there.” It has long since morphed into an effort just to “be there” for anybody out there struggling with words or madness, like me. Quick biographical sketch of me? Nerd turned nut at nineteen. In my sophomore year at Auburn University, I was taken out at the knees by severe panic attacks. Chronic anxiety soon joined the dogpile, followed shortly by OCD tendencies. Oh, it was ugly. I eventually had to quit school and soon quit life, as well. I spent a good chunk of my 20’s not able to leave my room. Twenty years later, it’s still can get ugly in my head. Thanks to meds and doctors, however, I am able to lead a better life, now. I still can’t work outside the house, but I can live and smile and write. So, here I am. Broken, but stubbornly present. I hope my voice proves company to someone lonely out there. Thanks for reading! Chloe Stowe