There's maybe an inch of snow on the ground, and I'm wondering if today is the day The Other Half doesn't come home because he's gotten himself hospitalized. Does that seem a little extreme? Of course it does. Even to me. That doesn't mean my mind isn't revolving around the repercussions of a car accident in my family.
If I were a superhero, my name would be Worst-Case Scenario Girl. If the hijinks I get myself into don't end in one, well my brain is fixated on what would happen if it did... I read internet articles and wonder who around me will eventually axe murder me one day. I notice the tub needs a cleaning, and wonder what horrible bacterial infection I've given my daughter by making her bathe in it. I see a beetle scuttle across the floor, and image search cockroaches, and bed bugs, which inevitably leads me to Youtube videos of necrotic spiderbites from across the world, wherein, I take my glass of wine and sit rocking and humming in a corner. Daily life on this vicious rock can be enough to give a girl the thousand yard stare.
I'll admit it, it's probably stupid. And 99.8% of the things I worry about will never happen to me, or most of the people I love. It's that .2% that's left that eats at me...
What's your .2%?