Perturbed with crossed wires

A day of mental unrest. That is what today is. My legs are forced to work, but their own brains tell them not to because something is not right. My whole body reacts that way, pulsating with demands of working backwards, sideways or in secret- anything except working normally. I first noticed it this morning when I paced my room looking for stuff to get ready with, not focusing on just item or sequence of steps to get out the door; instead looking in cabinets and closets that contained nothing I needed. School rolled on through like I was on auto pilot, yet I noticed I sat for more than 25 minutes in one setting. That is a record braking event for me. I also sat at the lunch table and had spaced my lunch. I just sat and breathed in the dirty old smell of a teachers lounge that never changes. Another teacher thought I was hungry and in need. She kindly offered her jello salad. I snapped back into it and realized I was supposed to be reaching for my Lunchable snack in the fridge three feet from me. Thank goodness I remembered. At home I avoided people as much as possible when walking Max. I normally do this anyway, even without the giant woofing rover. Still, people attempt to speak to me as I nervously hold back a bottle rocket dog ready to launch. Fragments escape my mouth. "He's never bite, he wants to sniff you to get to know you, he spooks easily." The logic that escapes as strangers eyebrows raise in fear, disgust, and contempt are simple words of sincere regret, " I apologize" and " I'm sorry for the trouble" for there is no good excuse for an apology.