Good (late) morning! Coffee in the Washington DC skyline mug, "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" performed by Diana Ross and the Supremes on iTunes. It's almost 11:00, I sit down to write (thus commencing my work day) and I am hit by an anxiety attack. What's THAT all about? There is nothing anxiety-producing going on in life right now, and yet I am having frequent, severe anxiety attacks. It's to the point that I remark on days when I don't have one. I woke up at 5:00 am the day before yesterday practically hyperventilating from anxiety, and at noon another bout rippled through my system as I was driving to Weight Watchers. I'm getting a bit concerned about both the frequency and the severity of the attacks and am wondering if I might oughta do something about them. A friend just mused through instant messenger that they might be caused by the pollen, some weird kind of allergic reaction. Given the solid blanket of yellow covering everything here right now, that's not as far-fetched as it sounds. Why not fight or flight in addition to sneezing, watery eyes, etc.?
And it is over and I am back to "normal" again. Normal this week is wonderfully languid. Three weeks from tomorrow I have to have everything ready for UPS Freight to pick up and ship to Vegas for the ACRE show. I don't even have a crate or know the weight of what I need to send yet--much less work done. But three weeks is a long time and I don't have anything else scheduled to be delivered between now and then. "Hallelujah" covered by Jeff Buckley begins on iTunes and I think, "How appropriate!".
So off to find a crate, ship a mysterious overnight package to California (Bill, finally!) and do something in the studio--maybe set-up the new tripod that came from Amazon yesterday.