Mid-afternoon today I was hit by anxiety that wouldn't quit, likely brought on by a) waiting too long to eat lunch because I was running errands, and b) hormonal shit related to PMS.  It wasn't until just a few minutes ago that I finally got it to break.  How did this miracle occur?  Well, I was browsing various baseball blogs and, on Surviving Grady, there is a clip of the last out of Jon Lester's no-no and the pandemonium that followed.  Of course, watching it made me cry, not just because of the significance of the moment but also because I miss baseball so much right now.  Interestingly, the tears were cathartic.  Even though I didn't cry a lot or for long, after I dried my eyes I realized that the weird spaced-out feeling and racing heart were much improved.  I feel so much better.  Baseball therapy is the way to go, I'm convinced.

( So many things to look at... )