Yes, today’s blog will be a whining ode to anxiety. 

For example, I haven’t blogged in a while because it’s been so long that I’m worried that I am being annoying for being inconsistent.  And, then I wonder, does anyone really want to know what is going on with me in New York?  Because it’s not that exciting.  And, I don’t have an issue I want to promote, an observation I want to share, or really anything worth posting on cyberspace that will end up on my few followers junkmail inbox.  Ugh, how can I contribute to other people’s spam when I have so very little to say.  And this is before we even go into my true anxieties about the sky falling, not getting phone calls, getting too many phone calls, am I getting enough folic acid, should I floss more, what if there is a power outage an my air conditioner goes out…. there are people that have so many more things to be truly worried over that now I’m worried that I sound ungrateful, or petty, or heaven forbid…whining!

Ah, anxiety, my foul-weather friend.  How I wish to lose you.  How I loathe your frequent visits.  You really are a most unwanted house-guest.