Despite comfort and love from Derrell, a good bit of Bulleit bourbon and trying to calm myself, I didn't sleep well last night. In addition to being very tired at work and quite unfocused, I find myself sweating in our slightly chilly office. One thing is certain, at tomorrow's meeting with the urologist, I will insist that we move forward with MRI and then biopsy. I need to know what I'm facing. Soon.