My gut reaction to anything I don’t understand is to panic.
Big panic.
All inside, of course. I haven’t yet run around in circles, hands waving in the air, crying out that the sky is falling. But still, inside panic is still panic.
And, you know what?
It really sucks.
A nervous twit with Chicken Little tendencies. No matter how rosy a set of glasses you put on, the sight of that is not pretty.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe, arms down and sitting quietly
