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So, took the fam to the airport this afternoon; alone in the house with the feline ones. I've had low level anxiety on and off all week about going to Buffalo, and I don't know if it was the intensity of the traffic on the way home and the fact that I was driving the Sienna which is big and I'm not used to driving, or the house being empty, or just the impending trip, but I started to have the edged, buzz in blood, weird taste in my mouth kind of anxiety that I had back several years ago when I was living alone. Prelude to a panic attack. I did breathing exercises, which helped a little, then went ahead and took a half of an ativan, which I also haven't done in about three years. I just started feeling so freaky and I'm really not sure why. Weird.

But better now. Mostly. Talked to my mom and to Cindy; hearing her voice made me look forward to the trip more. I love my sister.

And I love A&K and I miss you guys sooooo much.

And I never, ever want to live alone again.