Wednesday, December 3, 2008

2008 Day Three Hundred Thirty

Patrick McManus writes:

I have this theory that people possess a certain capacity for worry, no more, no less. It's as though a person has a little psychic box that he feels compelled to keep filled with worries. When one worry disappears from the box, he immediately replaces it with another worry, so the box is always full. He is never short of worries. If a new crop of worries come in, the person sorts through the box for lesser worries and kicks them out, until he has enough room for the new worries. The lesser worries just lie around on the floor, until there's room in the box for them again, and then there put back in. They're welcomed by the worries that have been in the box all the time: "Hi Guys! Good to have you back. Boy, you should have seen the duds that just left. And they have the nerve to call themselves worries!"

This morning my box of worries runneth over.


Anonymous said...

Oh no! I hope this will pass for you.

kkryno said...

Hang in there. and let us know if there's anything we can do.

pidomon said...

as always sending good thoughts to you

peppylady said...

Isn't worrying a big pain the rear end.
Mostly when someone worries over something complete out of their control.
The only thing I can send those worried spirits far far away.

So in mean time I'll say a little prayer for you.

Coffee is on.

Utah Savage said...

Do not let that worry box explode.