The plague, in this case, being anxiety.
H did end up messaging me back, confirming he would still be available for a trip to Newfields.
By then, my anxiety had already spiked through the roof – thanks, anxiety – so while it helped it wasn’t enough to restore me to former levels.
I realized that my anxiety instantly improves when I leave the house, so I got ready and made sure to go out for a walk on my favorite trail before the rain started rolling in.
That did help reduce the levels, but it was still high enough that I felt a little sick to my stomach after returning to the apartment.
I’ve eaten food, which has helped a little, too, and am otherwise managing, but it’s frustrating as hell. Just killing time until tomorrow when he’ll be at his office instead of home.