Sunone be messin' wit me.

The gremlins in my computer can vamoose at any time. I did a whole post today about worrying, and then hit 'publish post'. Then waited for the 'your post has been published.' Then checked.

No post. It wasn't a great post, but it was okay, but you will never know, will you? Because it did not, in fact, publish.

But I am not going to worry about it. The whole thing was about how I think I am not a worrier type but I actually so utterly am.

Hubby home late from work? It's cause he be lying in a ditch at the side of the road, his cell phone just out of reach, calling my name as he looks up at the night sky.

(Geez that's kind of romantic, isn't it?)

Kids quiet upstairs? Well that is because they are being strangled by the cords in their hoodie sweatshirts, or have swallowed a piece of lego, or have drowned in the 1/2 inch of water that was left in the bathtub.

Headache? Brain Tumor.

Leg Ache? Aneurysm.

And that's how it goes. Who needs extreme sports? I have an extreme brain.

And yet, it all mostly works out okay in the end. This is what saves me. Thinking hard and fast about eventually. About next week. About after its over. Even when I was a kid, and in trouble, like the time Sandy and I got caught doing the summersaults on her three story house roof and Marnie Blizzard saw us from across the street and pointed and we knew she would tell her mother, who would call Sandy's dad. Who would call my dad. That feeling of dread. Ugh. I could barely walk home, I was so desperate, knowing my dad would flip his lid. But thinking about the next day, or the next week, when it all blew over, helped. Still does.

Hey, I meant not to write the same post and i pretty much almost did.

And there you go.

A.