The sky did not fall.
I did not turn into Tony Shalhoub, as I had initially feared.
In fact, all is well. It turned out that pie, Monday night TV, and knitting were the only things needed to perk me right up.
Now I can go straight back to my normal irrational fears of raccoons, squirrels, things with more than four legs, men wearing striped shirts and spiked hair who talk to me in bars, the government and its frustrating ineptitude, and becoming my mother.
And now for your viewing pleasure:
a highly sedated lemur