Oh my gosh. Hands shaking, I grab them in a vain attempt to stop or at least hide it. While obvious that I’m wringing my hands, I can’t stop. I shiver all over, as if I’m freezing, and I am in fact cold. No one else is cold, in fact the temperature is in the upper 80’s, and I can’t stop shivering. I blame it on the air conditioning and the fan. An arm over my shoulders, while comforting, does not warm me. Decisions have to be made, actions taken. I am frustrated by excuses and apologies. I am frustrated by lies that I am at fault. I missed four calls, but there is no record in an age when every call leaves its mark. Again apologies and efforts to blame others. My voice tense with politeness as I fulfill yet another repeated request. Finally, all is in order, I hope. I say a terse thank you and disconnect the call. It takes time, but as the stress and anxiety leaves my body, I slowly warm. My hands are the last part of my body to again feel normal.