Good morning, all! I'm having a weird morning. I was aware of growing anxiety that I was trying to get under control. Then, I'm not sure what happened -- i.e. I don't remember. Evidently I called 911 and also texted my older daughter -- telling them that I thought I was having a stroke. This is all a blank for me now. The medics arrived, and I talked with them. One of them went down to the end of the street and brought my younger daughter up. [The one who currently has COVID]. The medic pricked my finger for a drop of blood. What the heck would that tell them???? My daughter reminded me that I am to leave on a trip to Canada in a couple of days. I was surprised to learn this!! This is scary stuff, folks! Is this what they call a "brain fart"? Sounds funny, but is anything but funny when it happens. I'm feeling sort of OK now, but unnerved by the incident. It feels like this trip is jinxed -- with so many things happening that seem geared to derail it.