Friday, August 05, 2005
Something You Obsess Over
I’m terrified of a home invasion. There’s no real reason for this fear other than a few isolated incidents on the news. Still even the idea of it is enough for me to obsess over the front door.
Check it again. Then again.
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night to check the door again. The only reason I have the dog is so that she’ll bark if something is amiss. Trouble is she’s near deaf now. Useless mutt. Papa thinks this door OCD may have something to do with this control issue I have. Maybe. Can we finish this conversation after I check the door again? And can we talk while I’m checking my blogs?