12th March and now...

Two weeks today. I must remember it's only two weeks away. The time between is quite threatening, or is it? This time I want to do the whole distance: I absolutely have to. No thumbing, no buses and no rest days. But it's still only March. So what. Why should that matter? They'll be days of sun and other days. That's the way and I have no control. Where does this fear come from? It's surely a habit only; a regression to yesterday or a voice from the disappeared past?