In article .com,
"Denny" wrote:

In spite of my
intellectual knowledge that I had 15 minutes until landing with 60
minutes of fuel on board, my parasympathetic nervous system threw a
tantrum... I got a hollow in the pit of my stomach.. My palms got
sweaty... I had that, 'something bad is going to happen' sensation...
OTOH, the engines continued to do the Lycoming four banger, shake,
rattle, and roll...

Not nearly as bad as getting distracted looking for traffic, being
vectored by ATC, missing the normal tank change point in the checklist
and hearing the engine surge at 2500 AGL three miles from the threshhold
with an hours worth of fuel in another tank!