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.