Dear T, I still don't know how I'm going to face you Wednesday. Or if I even should. Left to my own devices, my mind catastrophizes and comes up with all kinds of scenarios as to what might be going on with you. I can't stand it. I guess I have to just calm the heck down and wait until Wednesday and to hear whatever you have to say. If you even let me come. Maybe you'll change your mind after my email from Saturday night and tell me not to come. But I want to talk to you. I hate that the person I go to for comfort is the same person that I am worried about. Like you said, I need to grow up. And comfort myself. And let you take care of you because I am not in your life. I am just your job. It is not my place to worry and care and want to take care of you. I'm sending you healing energy tonight anyway.