Mystery in the ‘burbs
It’s only quarter after eight and this has been an odd morning.
(Typically, my ‘hood is wicked quiet. The most noise you’ll hear is synchronized lawn-mowing.)
As I pulled out of my driveway, I noticed this, stuff, all over my neighbors lawn.
Being as occasionally nosy as I am, I put Ye Ol’ Trailblazer in reverse and check out the ‘sitch.
Plunged into the yard without a specific pattern is plastic cutlery.
Yes, I’m serious,
Plastic forks, knives and spoons are all over.
The “kid” next door is like sixteen or seventeen, so I figure his friends must have been bored last night.
Driving down the “main” street, I see that the flags that mark like, gaslines and chemically sprayed lawns, are in peoples mailboxes.
In fact, a couple mailboxes were covered in twine.
I had my follow-up yesterday to see how the Zoloft is holding the crazy back.
If you’re not on any mood-altering drugs, I’ll help you out… see, some people, when they get depressed or anxious, tend to have those feelings amplified by certain drugs, so the doc has to keep evaluating them to make sure the crazy is at bay.
After a fun assessment (“how many days out of the past two weeks have you felt hopeless or helpless…”) I have the all-clear for three months.
Doc says that fall, when Season Affected Depression Disorder kicks in, compounded by Holiday Horror, will be the true test of how this dosage works.
So provided that I do not crack, I should be good to go!