Dying To Get Out

Moot was lying in front of the terrace doors, pining to get out.  He just couldn't be bothered sitting up while waiting for "someone" to open the door.  

He does this a lot.  And I think of this when he does (at about 4 minutes in).

I love the way Moot holds up his paw.  I imagine him having a internal dialogue like Henri.

As for me, I'm having one of my nope-nope-nope-nopity-nope-days.  The stammer is back, the pressure in my chest is back and it is not pleasant.  I feel twisted out of shape.  It's odd how my tinnitus gets louder when I feel like this.  Like my body decides to turn up the volume, ramp up the anxiety and enjoy the show as I try to calm down and can't.