There's a funny song that goes something like, "They're Coming to Take Me Away, Away, ha-haaa."
Well, okay, the subject of that 1960s novelty song wasn't all that funny. It's about someone's slip into madness after suffering a loss.
The lesser-known sequel to it, "They're Coming to Get Me Again, Ha-haaa," is what comes to my mind this week.
Everywhere I turn, I'm told they're coming to get me.
They are silent and cunning, ready to strike in unsuspecting places.
They are hiding in my air conditioning ducts, ready to do me bodily harm.