One of my favorite theologians was the late Irma Bombeck. She said something about worrying that I think we can all relate to.

I’ve always worried a lot, and frankly I’m good at it. I worry about introducing people and going blank when I get to my mother. I worry about a shortage of ball bearings; a snake coming up through the kitchen drain. I worry about the world ending at midnight and getting stuck with three hours on a twenty-four hour cold capsule. I worry about getting into the Guinness World Book of Records under “Pregnancy: Oldest Recorded Birth.” I worry what the dog thinks when he sees me coming out of the shower; that one of my children will marry an eskimo who will set me adript on an iceberg when i can no longer feed myself. I worry about sales- ladies following me into the f…