What good is worrying? It must do something good because most of us spend part or even all of our days worrying. We worry about what to wear. We worry about getting some job done. We worry about getting somewhere and then, when we’re there , we worry about what to do while we’re there. Worry, worry, worry. Perhaps someone should write a book telling us how to worry. We could all read it and perfect our worrying. If I could perfect my worrying, I wouldn’t have to worry if I am worrying the right way. If worrying were a muscle builder we’d all be buff. It’s not, that’s okay, we can worry about not being buff. Does worrying make sense?