Bobby gave in (very gracefully) on the camping thing, so I have booked hotel accommodation for our climbing trip. I think our getting savagely mauled by fire ants and killer mosquitoes this afternoon in the garden may have had something to do with it. With any luck, we'll be able to fit in a camping trip in October, when it's cooled down and the insects are less lethal.

I have become horribly indecisive these past few months. About absolutely everything. I used to be quite quick to make up my mind about things. These days, I dither for ages about the smallest decisions. And the big decisions completely paralyse me. I long for someone to just take over and make the (right) decisions for me. I think maybe my indecisiveness stems from my worry about my mom ... she's on my mind literally the whole time. It's like when I was pregnant, I was always aware of the growing baby, every minute of every day, no matter what else I was doing. That was a good feeling, though. This is more like a pervasive background dread. It's not even as though the constant worry helps anything - it just weighs me down. But I can't let it go.