I thought I was having a panic attack yesterday, but I realized that I was a little too calm for it to be a panic attack. It lasted about four hours in the morning. It was awful. It was a deep dread or mourning or fear of something I couldn’t define - I mean - I couldn’t define the feeling, and I couldn’t define the cause. From the time I set out for work, until lunch time, the feeling dogged me. Then at lunch I shook it. After that the afternoon was a fun one - about as much fun as you can have at work. Our supervisors were away so we joked around a lot, and we did the chicken dance, and everything was okay. Weird, huh? Sometimes you just gotta ride that sucker out until you feel safe enough to do the chicken dance.