So what happened?
Tonight was Children's Night at church, and I was nervous for my son, who preached and played the piano. As you can see by the schedule, I had a long time of being nervous before it was his turn.
When he was finished, no more nerves. What was I so worked up about? Of course he would do a good job! Maybe next year I'll just be a little bit nervous for him. He already has his piano song for next year picked out--he doesn't know how it goes yet, but he does know that it somehow incorporates all three pedals.
Now to go put Icy Hot all over. My muscles apparently did not approve of me being so nervous for so long. I think I see a massage in my very near future. Hint-hint, hubby dearest. :-)