The Three Levels of Hysteria

On the least-hysterical level, I completed two more DJs (you have to be able to handle a certain level of hysterical obsession to be able to do DJs):

On the second hysteria level, imagine a megatropolis-wide flood situation - Atlanta -, in which the school system is not closed but should be (yesterday). In that situation, what is more fun than one inner-city school student population? Why, two inner-city school student populations, when the entire student body from a neighboring flooded-out school came to spend the day at our school.

On the highest hysteria level (off the Mommy chart), after ignoring Timmy's room for a few weeks while he comes and goes (mostly goes), I innocently walked back there to put some fabric scraps in the basket I keep in that hallway closet. Without turning on the lights. It is 6:30am and still dark out. With sudden dread, I realized that there was a ... something ... laid out on the carpet, about six feet long, exactly the size of a dead body (one of his teen-aged friends, perhaps, who got left behind?), only it seemed to have large straw-like whiskers like a human-size catfish ... it had a gray bloated face ... I really did not want to see it clearly so shut the hallway door on the whole horrific thing and after a few despairing shrieks, am waiting for, say, 8:00am to call not-so-dear Timmy, wherever he may be, for an explanation. What is it. I am alone in this house. Except for The Thing. Could the Atlanta flood have washed it in through the open window??