Z-man is going in for his consultation today. I am still awake. I read a short "Plum" novel, but I am antsy. It's all paperwork, and a review of what's to come. Bah!
I'll probably be completely covered in splotches of red rash before the days end. Stress and I don't play well together. No worries. I will plaster on that smile of mine so Z won't notice a thing.