Eyewall failure last night.

The whole Anxiety-Panic maelstrom that forever roars outside my Prozac-cocoon, breached the defenses at 12:40 am last night.

Besides being bashed in the head by a storm-happy coconut, I survived with little lasting damage.

But it was unpleasant and, worse, unexpected.

I despise both.

Oh, well. I’ll get over it and go clean up the mess.

As always.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe