I've been plagued of late with anxiety. Irritating to say the least. At a rational level, I recognize it as an another chemical imbalance similiar to that which causes depression. I also have a theory that along with guilt, these states form a triad that is temporal in nature. Guilt deals with what has happened. Depression centers on the now. While anxiety hints at the future.

There are so many problems that surround me that I feel overwhelmed. My house has a number of areas that need attention. And the solutions involve time and money, both of which are in short supply. My yard is a disaster. At least, I've been able to do so pruning and triming. But many things I've had to let go.

The city has one of the highest car theft rates in the nation. So I wake up each morning and expect to see a vacant spot where the car was. The crime rate in general is terrible, so everytime I leave, I'm not sure what I'll find when I return.

Add another ten or twelve paragraphs concerning debt, credit cards, salary, taxes, investments, and insurance. Then a few phrases about an aging mother. Then something about my lapsed Anglicanism. Not to be confused with my very lapsed Catholicism. My return to agnostic deism. (If there is a deity, it started everything, looked around and left town.) A lack of gay social opportunities - sexual or otherwise. Fear of being kidnapped by a flying saucer. Hesitation to eat shell fish. Dread of watching movies with more than three words in the title. Panic when faced with the prospect of having to listen to anything by Wagner. Trepidation about lachrymators.

Well, I suppose you can fight evil forces with humor.

PAX!