Friday Night

So I'm sitting home alone on a Friday night. I sent husband to the football game to watch the nephew; he's the backup quarterback.

I decided to stay home, because the night air bothers me. We hope to take a short vacation at the end of the month and I would like to be well. Or some semblance thereof.

I am not feeling very verbal tonight so I don't have a lot to say. At least, not anything important (so you can stop reading now if you want. My feelings won't be hurt.).

Husband says I worry too much. And I do worry. I worry about my work, my life, my health, his life, his work, his health, the house payment, the car payment, the grocery bill, what we eat, how we eat it, why we eat it, who we are, where we're going, how long we both will live, who will take care of us when we're old.

Not much, really. Just . . . worries.

I also worry about the nation, the economy, the terrorism and the way it's being used, the loss of civil rights, the loss of civility, the meanness in the air, the hateful attitude I hear on the radio and on TV, the evil that seems to be crossing the entire world and not just this land. All of these things impact me, daily, seeping into me and sapping my energy.

Sometimes I think I'm a blank slate, being written on constantly, with no way to wipe myself clean.

Inner thoughts are not fun. Probably no fun to read, either. I told you you could stop!