It's a little before 10 am and I'm sitting on church steps downtown, by myself. I have dreaded the stress of the day to a degree of almost tears, but haven't said that to Hubby because I know it would upset him. I wanted to take an Ativan in the car, but realized I left it in my pocketbook I took to Vienna. Not the one I'm now using. We were early and Hubby couldn't find parking, so he dropped me off almost 30 mins before my appointment.

I will be in the salon for three hours, then have to take an Uber home. Too much! I got my monthly early yesterday, which exacerbates the discomfort. I hope my hair looks good in the end.

Update: Looks more like it'll be at least 3 1/2 hours. Huge project! Good grief!