I will not obsess, I will not obsess, I will not obsess

Today I am fixating on:

The winter storm warning in Denver. My best friend is flying there from LAX this afternoon. According to weather.com, the snow should be done falling by the time he arrives. But he is very precious cargo and I don't trust those Denver runways. If any of you knows any DEN personnel, please ask them to be very particular with their shovels and snowblowers today. Thank you.

The McCartney-Mills divorce. It's dawned on me that if any of Heather's accusations are true, I don't want to know. Yet I will hear it so I will know. And this will make me sad.

My niece's birthday. My kid sister is a useless blob of protoplasm and won't let me know how the family is celebrating until the last minute. This is how my sister gets to exert control. I understand that. I just hope the poor kid doesn't interpret the lack of a formal, planned celebration as any reflection on her.

You know, considering how much energy I expend on situations I cannot possibly control, you would think I'd sleep more soundly at night.