A wise (?) old sage, I think it was Crocodile Dundee, once said it’s useless to worry, because most of the things we worry about never happen.
With odds like that, worry then must be a good thing.
My own usual day of worry began at precisely 5:55 a.m., after clock radio news that the next president has a trillion-dollar deficit not-to-worry about jarred me out of a light sleep.
Subsequent worries, er, I mean “choices,” followed.
Coffee or tea?