My bondmate was home when I called, and my stress level was such that I wound up bawling over the phone to him somewhat, and sharing the whole current cluster of worries, plus some old ones that had come along for the ride once they figured out that I was dissolving and feeling horrible about things. As always, he had good words -- words to whack me over the head with a textbook and gather me back together again, soft and strong.

Marx had to use the phone, and Darkside was in the middle of whipping his mom's butt at LotR Trivial Pursuit, so I'll call back in a while. But he patched me.