Hello from Bellingham WA on this windy evening. Which brings me to my topic—not the wind but the worry.
If worrying were an Olympic sport, I’d be caption of the U.S. team. If I listed everything I worry about, this blog would get far longer than Rapunzel’s hair, it would take up too much space, and WordPress might crash. That’s how much I worry. Enough to potentially crash WordPress and make me worry about the poor guy named Ted or something, who has to get up in the middle of the night and fix it. Sorry, Ted.
I have CSI-like evidence of the potential for this calamity. Continue reading