I had a serious panic attack over this post-colonoscopy phone call and appointment with a surgeon. It's ridiculous to panic over something I won't know anything about for another week, but my mind wouldn't stop running through a lot of what ifs, all of which unsettled me. I am not afraid of death, but I am terrified of the process, especially if it;s drawn out; I'm worried about the cats; I don't want them to leave a comfortable life and end up separated, frightened, abandoned to a shelter and euthanasia; I'm worried about finances, although I still believe the Annabelle & Thatch stories could be an income and I might make some money if anyone would do something with Moonshine & Mistletoe. And then of course there's that damned Ohio property, and the taxes have gone up $300 since last year.