Hubby's going out of town to give a talk tomorrow and won't be back till Sunday late. I'm already really stressed about it. Before PTSD, I almost looked forward to having the house to myself for a couple of days, but not now. I'm thankful I'm dogsitting and Gunner will be here with me, but I'm still really anxious, even though he hasn't left yet. I will have my long-handled two-pronged garden tool by my bedside and Gunner, who is a great watchdog, but I'm still unnerved. Jeez, I have trouble even when he's gone for a couple of hours in the evening volunteering very occasionally. And my best girl friend is out of town - it's her dog we're sitting. I won't have a car, either, as we only have one. But at least we're close to downtown and I can walk to stores. I have made some plans, such as getting a big pizza tomorrow to eat through the weekend, so I don't have to cook for myself, though I'll have to walk downtown to get it, and visiting a friend with Gunner on Saturday afternoon. But it's the nights that are the worst. I think I'm probably going to be on chat a lot this weekend.