worry

I don't worry about myself so much. I am fatalistic; I have had more than my share of health issues and other things that might give me worries, but I tend to avoid worrying about myself.

But I worry inordinately about my friends and family. My brother's health scare last week had me almost sick with worry. Reading Bao's post this morning worried me because it seemed ominous, and I could not help it and called him up despite the early hour. It was a relief to talk to him. In any case his poem was really beautiful, and once I stopped worrying I read it again and admired the concise form and the clever use of the image of number seven, which is one of my favorite numbers.

However, today's horoscope is pretty far from the mark:

Dear Jonathan,
Here is your horoscope
for Monday, February 7:

Talk about being on top of the world! You're the happiest person on the planet. There might not be one particular reason, but if there is? Bet it just so happens to involve one special someone.