Weirdness

Here was another weird thing that happened in Memphis. My hotel’s elevators had glass backs. I did not have a panic attack, even once taking it. I also walked down the stairs at the venue. Literally walked. Not the usual right foot down, left foot next to it, right foot down, left foot next to it.

I know that both things have an enormous psychological component. Fine, I can’t do those things.

But I kind of don’t know what to make of the reprieve. Obviously, something shifted. Am I eating less sugar? Did some hormone fluctuate? Is there some kind of chemical explanation?

And how long will it last? I have a hard time believing that I’m just not wigged out by that stuff anymore. Or that I never will be again.