I've actually had a crazy theory for the past week that forces were working against me to get me to break down or something, which of course is why I've been trying to outrun the stress. So what if we got a nasty virus that prevented us from using the internet? So what if we had to get our harddrive wiped? So what if our sounds don't work and the two people around who we know will help us are out of town? I can deal with that. It's not that bad, anyway. The only reason we had most of the stuff we did on our harddrive was that we hate to let things go, and our sounds were fixed easily enough.
We even dealt with Oreo not seeming well, though we haven't been to the vet yet. But I'm not afraid of vets. Every veterinian I've ever talked to has been extremely nice. I think I'm less afraid of vets than I am of most other people.
But the last shock stressed me enough to slow me down, and everything else caught up. It literally slowed me down, too. There was a bang outside earlier, and I jumped, but it felt like I was in slow motion. It was really weird.
So now I'm trying to let off some steam. Or something. And I'm going to keep reminding myself that after great tribulation come the blessings. And I'm going to be thankful for Reese's peanut butter cups, Reese's miniatures, Reese's Pieces, Reese's Puffs, and Reese-sticks.