Trust Mick to make me spit out my bean and cheese burrito....
I've got a minute between lunch and dinner messes/shifts at the restaurant, and checked in here. I'll be thinking of you this weekend, and on Monday. Your wait reminds me of that obnoxious poster, "Any asshole can handle a crisis, it's the day-to-day living that grinds you down!" Insert 'waiting', right? I'm with you. Don't mind pain, as much as waiting and wondering.
And, Kendall, listen to these folks. It may be your voice that YOU'D miss, but ask the rest of these folks what they're worried about.... Janie? Tinker? Jacqui? Ladies? Anyone?