Worry. Day 373.

I know, I know, we all worry, right? It’s human nature and the older we get, the worse we worry.

I wake up in the middle of the night and do a mental check about what I should be worrying about, what my mental preparations should be, and these are just a few:

• Does Tyler know he’s in a severe weather warning?
• Is Max anxious about a test?
• Is the rooster crowing because there’s a predator?
• Why is Gisele breathing like that?
• Are the lights flickering because of an outage or did I forget to pay the bill?
• I need to set an alarm to contact the bug people about the annual termite inspection.
• Is it warm in here because I ate too much before bed or is the air conditioner on the fritz?
• How long can Ukraine hold back Russia?
• Did I act friendly enough with (insert any name here) yesterday?
• I wonder if I filter our water enough?
• If I wait one more day to cut the grass it’ll be too long and leave clumps.
• Did I say anything on my social media that compromises my business?
• I hope I don’t run out of cat food. (It’s prescription.)
• I hope the kids aren’t choking.
• When is my Jeep due for an inspection?

. . . to name a few.