Living on Red Alert

Paul Sunderland talks about it in his video. Tonight my wife wanted to rearrange some stuff in preparation for the impending arrival of our new baby. One of these changes involved moving my treadmill to a location where I would have my back to one of the doors leading outside. I basically lost it, I'd be way too uncomfortable with it in such a position to actually use it. I'd like to attribute this feeling to my sixteen years as a police officer but really I had these feelings before that. I wonder if I was attracted to the job in part because my constant vigilance is normal behavior in that circle? Then, of course, I started thinking "wow, I am nuts, no wonder no one wanted me." Isn't adoption fun?