Tomorrow. Tomorrow at this time I will know if there's a breach in the perimeter. If the enemy has advanced.
The dreaded annual retinal exam. It's tomorrow.
You might wonder why I'd worry, someone with apparently good numbers who's never had a speck of trouble. You might even consider my anxiety a little self-indulgent.
But I still do. I worry about the 'what-if' part. Every. single. time.
Tomorrow at this time, I will be grateful, I hope. And able to breathe easy for another year.