So you know that bit, often in cartoons and comics, where someone has to clean a room quickly so they just cram all of the trash into a closet -- often with a trembling door -- that bursts open at the slightest touch? That's kinda how I am emotionally a lot of the time.

For the record, I *am* in a good place right now, mentally. But even at the best of times (or what look like the best of times), I have issues, doubts, anxieties, etc. that are just behind that door. On some days that door strains, and sometimes it might burst open.

I just want to take a moment to thank people for their patience when the room gets messy and I need some time/help to straighten things up. And now, having tortured a metaphor enough for one day, I'll let you all get back to whatever.