We may be going camping after all.
This is anxiety for me.
Will the 1970 camper van with 500,000 miles on it make it to the campsite?
Will the weather be so unpleasant that I will feel irritable and soggy?
Will my anxiety about bug bites and rain and Tobi's constant wet dirty paws make me not as nice to Rob?
Will staying home and saying I don't want to go make Rob disappointed and unpleasant?
We may leave this afternoon and I may broadcast my short performance from the town of Birchwood, sitting in the camper van, tomorrow evening.
I don't know.