I'd like to be able to say that it doesn't bother me at all.  But I can tell that I'm not quite normal right now.  I do feel pretty positive about it, but then it also has so much that is unknown that it is perfectly understandable that it bothers me.  I am talking about my visit in the morning to the IRS.  I am as prepared as I can be.  I've spent literally hours and hours preparing, and even more just pondering about it and trying to consider everything so I can be prepared.  I hope that I have all that I will need to make my case.  I have gone through their instructions and have gone even beyond what they asked for.  I have been trying to understand how I am feeling and I believe that I hit it on the head when I told myself that it feels that same as when I have gone to the dentist, or maybe some of those meetings when I was losing my Constable-ship.  I made it through those and I figure I will make it through this.  But it does sit there before me as a big road block- like I can't see past tomorrow morning.  It has the potential of changing a lot, but it might also be a 'whimper'.  (I'm hoping for a 'whimper', but it will be what it will be.  All I can do is prepare well and then 'go forward in faith'.  Come to think of it, I wish it was the dentist, but then not, because we can't afford that.  I hope that we will be able to afford this.