My husband, the worrier, worries about the European Union (comprising all the countries of Europe except England), unclean sidewalks, grass not growing, writing Xmas cards, the weather (rain or shine?)–these are just a few of his worrisome sources. To counter this, I set up an agenda of worry-free pleasures: going out to dinner on Wednesday, playing with our grandchild, two-year old Lucian, taking a walk around our neighborhood to view the Manhattan skyline across the East River. Amazing how much pleasure such things provide!
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