Back to the old anxiety. I hate having things to do on a Sunday afternoon because I feel stressed all weekend about having to go. It makes a huge difference to have someone to go with and I, of course, put an end to that. It's always worse in my mind than in reality, but even knowing that doesn't help. But I can hear my therapist saying, "Yep! Do it anyway." Besides, I ask myself, what were you gonna do anyway? Fine. Aaarrrggggghhhhhh...
