No Overtime On Worrying For Me

Everybody is worried about everything just now. Worrying is more than a full time job these days, but I have decided not to go to overtime on worry.

Well, except for the “chicken little” behavior by our leaders in Washington…the ones who tell us something bad is about to happen, but they can’t or won’t tell us what it might be.

Haven’t they figured out that most of us assumed that another piece or two of the sky might fall down the road, that the attempts on our way of life weren’t going to cease and desist as from the 14th of September? I guess not, but the strategy of increasing our nervousness to the sticking point just isn’t working.

Then the news media try to whip us into a frenzy about the horror of the day, and there isn’t enough time left to worry about the bombs that keep falling on Red Cross buildings and civilians in a country far from our terrors.

I was thinking about all this today and getting close to a couple of serious conclusions which would distance me from the Zeitgeist, when I got a call from a company which wanted to replace the windshield auto glass on every car I own, all one of it. The female on the other end of the line was, I thought, ready to persuade me that hurling a rock through my own windshield would be a patriotic activity, so I volunteered immediately to drive to where her car was parked and to contribute my services for her good and the good of her company by hurling the rock through her windshield. Seemed only fair, but she thought I was kidding. At least the conversation brought my brain back into some sort of focus.

I did decide to devote a little time to worrying about the economy, because when I hear from the stock broker boiler rooms and the auto glass people, then I figure it’s time to switch to light beer, fluorescent light bulbs, and a lower temperature setting on the thermostat. (I’d already given up ground beef for soy burgers, so there was no relief in that quarter.)

It is good to see the sun rise each morning. Some days it’s enough, but the leaves have fallen, and winter is not far away. Just so it’s not winter in my heart, I guess.

Or yours.