Strange things are happening...

It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake.
- Frederick Douglass

Well,  I'm finally at work after a long night, and it's all I can do to stay awake at my keyboard.  The rain this morning didn't help anything.

Last night, I took Freedo to the park after work.  Normally, he's great around both dogs and people, but today he was getting all kinds of worked up.  Every time someone would start to come near us, the hair would stand on the back of his neck, and he'd start growling. 


I tried just taking him to a less occupied part of the park, but by then, his anxiety was starting to spread to me.  I felt the hairs on the back of my neck standing, and I swore there was someone standing behind me, but every time I turned around, there was no one there.


The wind started to pick up, and the sky was turning dark, so I decided to head home.  I still couldn't shake that feeling, and must have turned around ten times in two blocks.  The sky opened up as we neared the apartment, and I almost decided to run for it, but I was afraid I would slip...and it might get me.  (Silly me!)

We finally got home, after what seemed like forever, and I decided to order in, although Freedo would barely let the delivery guy stand in the doorway.  I almost locked him in the other room.  I tried going to sleep early, but the storm rattled our windows all night, and Freedo was constantly pacing back and forth.  Between that, and the squeak of Rizzo's wheel...it was a long night.