Parakeets

I had a very weird night.  

I made the mistake of closing my bedroom door (I'm sleeping in my Winter Bedroom because one of us likes to sleep with the window open and I would rather not freeze to death).  This meant that when I half woke up at Really Dark O'Clock I couldn't see anything.  

And I couldn't find the lights.  And the longer that went on, the more I was convinced I was dreaming a really bad dream and the feeling of Terror took over.  I couldn't find the door, I couldn't find the light, & I had no help......  Oooh wasn't that JUST like that time when....

That kind of circle never gets broken until I find the door or a light or someone finds me.  And then there is at least 30 minutes or more of just calming down, killing the panic and breathing horrible big ragged breaths...

Do not expect me to be sweetness and light at breakfast when that happens.

Don't expect me at breakfast.  I need to work out those demons.

However, the day improved.  It'd have to.  I have soup cooking.  Everything is OK.

But look, parakeets.  Loads of 'em.  Much better.