You know, it isn’t easy living with anxiety. It seems to be very common with writers. I never know when it’s going to come in and derail whatever I’m doing. This time it came in the form of a misunderstanding with a family member. Now it’s all I can think about. It will probably plague me until it’s resolved. I was going to work on revisions because you know, deadline. Now I can’t concentrate. I think I need to go do something physical for a while. Too darn cold for a walk, but maybe tidying the house or heading to the grocery store before the storm comes. I hate that it takes so little to disrupt me.