Everything going wrong

No word from my sons or my daughter-in-law. My tension and stress are off the charts. I don't know what's happening, and so of course, I fear the worst. I still feel like my heart is so heavy, I can barely stand up or walk. On top of wanting to burst into tears at the drop of a hat, I let some idiot on Facebook goad me into a diatribe against the conservative nut jobs who are making such an issue about Obama's speech to the school children and the health care issue. And then, on top of that, my younger brother is angry with me. He accuses me of always wanting to be right. Well, when it comes right down to it, he isn't exactly an award winner on the "being right" scorecard. He's a bona fide example of the kind of convert the conservatives love. He's uneducated. He's never traveled. He gets his news from Glenn Beck and Rush Limbaugh. He a sloganeer, not a thinker.

But I should not let these people enrage me, and normally, I would not let these people enrage me. My worry and distress over Stephen, my fear and worry for Sheila, my sadness over Edgar, my stress about the new school year and the many, many new tasks I've got to conquer--I just want to scream and cry and run away and try to figure out why things happen the way they do. Except that isn't the kind of knowledge I'm likely to ever obtain.