Quit Worrying

As Mary and I sat at the kitchen table this morning, I asked, “What if things don’t get any better?”

“What things?” she countered.

“We’re still struggling to recover from 2008,” I said. “What if we’re never able to get out of the hole, ever?”

“You need to quit worrying about it,” she said.

“But what if this is all there is for the rest of our lives?” I continued.

“This is probably as good as it gets,” she smiled. “And it is gonna get worse from here on out.”

“Well, that’s joyful news,” I said.

“So quiet worrying,” she returned.