I'm busy at work, which is a good thing. But I don't know if I can finish the projects assigned to me in the time allotted.
Ericka is having a health issue. It is probably something minor that will clear up in a week or so with medication. But I wonder if it is a sign of something worse developing.
My driveway remains uncleared largely because shoveling makes my back hurt. Am I so woefully out of shape? Can I adjust this before it's too late?
Are my creative juices dried up? Will I never write that novel that bangs around head? Hell, will I never finish the short story I wrote last year and have meant to edit ever since?
Will I see my friends again?
Are these the same worries I had as a 30-year-old person? Does that make me old? Am I losing relevance?