Four Days Left

And I want to shut out the whole world.  I wish I could fast-forward time just to get it over with.  I think I'm losing my mind with the waiting.  All I can think about is four days from now, even though I know that it may come to nothing or may only be the start of a longer process.  First, physical weakness earlier in the week, and now, the inescapable jackboots of this thing I've been avoiding stomping ever-closer.  If you want to know why I'm not writing, you'd do better to ask how I'm still standing at all.