I spend an inordinate amount of time worrying about any number of things that I really have little or no control over, and at times wonder if all that worry is truly necessary. For example, I worry about paying the bills (who doesn’t?), whether or not my car will make it through another Chenango County winter and making deadlines, so on and so forth. I worry about my family and friends, particularly those who are experiencing tough times or facing adversity at work or at home. I worry about making it through the holidays and having enough cash saved up to purchase a few presents for said family and friends. Simply put, I worry.

Such trivial things to lose sleep over, yet there it is.

What I do not worry about, however, is whether I’ll respond to the random stranger out on the street – now that December is upon us – with Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays. Why, you ask? Because – in all honesty – I couldn’t really care less.