Distressed

We got woken up much, much too early this morning by a distressed fox in our yard. What it was distressed about, I have no idea. I'd have investigated, but I was too busy being distressed in my own right, because it's pretty distressing to have a (at the time unidentified--thanks, Google!) wild animal let loose with a blood-curdling scream right beneath your open bedroom window at four in the morning. And what with all the Bigfoot sightings and rumors of panthers around here, we weren't about to head outside and check it out. Distressing!

Something other people appear to be distressed (have I killed that word enough for you yet?) about is Andrew Lloyd Webber night on tonight's Idol, about which I myself am ridiculously, nerdily stoked. STOKED! Yes, I love Lord L-W. Some of you may find that distressing, but I remain unabashed in my love of over-the-top sentimental pop show-tunery. So just you hush.