I had been feeling 'cramped' and 'confined', 'hemmed in' actually, and then friends were there to help to me move 'upstairs'.
The feeling was exactly the opposite as I was putting things in my new space.
I felt free and unrestrained... and very happy.
As I turned around to thank them, I realized it was Tom and Sheila: my sons father and the previous ER SW...
both dead for decades.
Again I ask, should I be worried?