Well, I am doing much better today. Yesterday, as some of you know, I was losing it. Stress can be a really nasty thing. But I was able to pull it all together and actually get some things done. I think the tension-breaking point was when my orthodontist was writing a referral for me. He carefully outlined my case in very official terms, then added as a note on the bottom, “Andrea is a worry wart.” That man teases me a lot, but it always makes me feel better. He cocks his head to the side and says, “Naaaaah, there’s nothing to worry about. What’re you worrying for?” Then he tossles my hair and makes me feel like I am eleven. So I walk out the office a little lighter. I mean, how many worries did *you* have at eleven?