Dolphins and depression

Word for word from a respected medical journal:

"Thirty patients with mild to moderate depression who swam and played with dolphins for an hour each day for 2 weeks were found to have reduced depressive symptoms. Patients in the control group swam and snorkeled at the same Honduras location. Although the researchers acknowledge that most patients with depression will not be able to access large aquatic mammals, they hope that this first randomized trial showing the antidepressive effects of interaction with animals will spur other, similar trials."

Y'know, sounds like an untapped market. Anyone wanna invest in a dolphin-therapy company? Heck, if there was a dolphin pool down the road, I'd go. And I'm not even depressed. Forget massage therapy and St John's Wort. Let's start an open-access Marine Mammal Mood Enhancement program!

*cough* sorry, it's late, and I've had chocolate

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I woke up about 3 am to discover my car had been set on fire.
It was one of the scariest things I have ever seen.
Flames and sparks were coming almost up to my first floor window. The whole car was burning, and flames kept shooting up and sideways out of the back seat, from the gas tank underneath. Smoke everywhere, awful chemical smell.
My phone is in the downstairs front room, not 10 feet from the car, and while I called the fire department I was so terrified it was going to explode - nothing between me and the inferno but a large bay window.
I'm so - angry? Not yet. I can't muster up the energy. Adrenaline rush has been and gone. Mostly, I feel attacked, unsafe, unwelcome. We moved here, to this country (and everyone I meet here says, "What on earth for? I'd move to your country, if I had the chance!") I've liked it here. We were going to stay, for another few years anyway, but now...
Now it's 6 am. The police have just left.
It helps to write this, even if no one reads it.