I have a doctor's appointment Wednesday morning. I keep telling myself it's not serious, can't be serious. But I don't think I'm going to get much sleep.
Sometimes I wish I drank. But even this is a silly thought, as I have no liquor in the house except some Glenfiddich the Estranged Husband left behind. I had one glass of it when I fell and concussed myself back in the days of Delightful Date and it's been sitting on the kitchen counter ever since. I keep planning to give the nearly-full bottle of Glenfiddich away. Or trade for some Dalwhinnie.