New Yorker Humor
Sometimes I read the New Yorker magazine, just for the cartoons.
I can relate to this one. Why am I worrying so?
Fires and Hurricanes
This pandemic has made me a worrier. I worry for all the people I don't know...
As if a pandemic weren't enough. There are people who are homeless, due to fires in California and floods in the east. I worry for them all.
People I Know
My fretting and worry is also about people I do know, who are dealing with loss or extra worry. In the past 24 hours, I've spoken with a friend, struggling with grief... I talked with a neighbor, anxious over the start of her son's school year... I've written a condolence card for an old friend, who lost a brother to coronavirus.
And I was heartbroken to hear that a dear friend's mother suddenly passed. These past two days feel heavy and it's hard to know how to help.
I know my worrying doesn't help anything and no one is asking me to fix a thing. So right now, I'll focus on the people I care about...
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 13, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me. I ranted for a year, until I got my vaccine in March 2021.
Coronary Artery Disease was the reason I restarted this blog on September 26, 2021. This time it was Don who was dealing with a worry that started with the letter "C".
Coronavirus and Cancer, Coronary Artery Disease! All are evil, but none can totally get me down... if I vent! I usually end up feeling a little more positive at the end of each post!