Sleep. Study. Sleep. Study. Sleep. Study. Please! It took me six weeks of steady nagging before Rich called for his appointment; don't make me turn my Jewish Mama powers on you, too!

(Oh, and you're not the only one not remembering Bluebook plot bunnies... my neurons finally coughed up that catalyst we were talking about last night - Bradshaw, speaking on an entirely different subject, was going to give her a lecture on facing her fears head-on instead of running from them. So I have to engineer a situation where that would be appropriate, now. ;) )