A bit rattled. I know it's hunting season, and I know my brother-in-law's former son-in-law has permission to hunt the land that surrounds me, however, my nervous system doesn't handle it very well when I'm walking out of the bathroom, half-dressed, and look out the window to see a man in camo walking in this direction with a rifle.
It takes a bit to collect myself after that. Usually, taking a walk would help a whole lot, but, who wants to take a walk where the stray bullets could easily take you out? Getting out of my head and back into my heart is a neat trick, but pretty damn hard to do some days. With hunting season also comes the unexpected target practice by neighbors as I'm trying to walk and soothe the soul. Ugh. I know I'm not the target, but tell my cellular memories that.