1) Yesterday: A tick in Winton's ear, one of the variety with potential to bear Lyme disease.
2) Over the last weeks: though I'm playing at "calm," my stomach won't let me drink coffee anymore and I think my hair is falling out. Stress, anyone?
3) I am equally scared of not finishing the third culture lit book by my deadline and of finishing it, because what if I finish and it's crap?
4) It is far more manageable to stress about Winton contracting Lyme disease than it is to close this page and confront "Chapter 4, aka conclusion."