In my nifty fret-free cocoon.

Fret. Fret. Fret. I know people who, if not fretting endlessly, fret 90 percent of the time. Interesting word, isn’t it? To worry. To be unhappy. Often for no valid reason at all. Just for the sake of fretting. Hard for me to understand. Because I hardly ever fret. It’s such a waste of time. Besides, I abhor being unhappy. Of course, I try to ignore fretting people. Even avoid them. But there are so many of ‘em out there. Some days, they seem like the majority. Like they have taken over Mother Earth. Fortunately, I’m able to isolate myself. In solitude. In my nifty little cocoon. Where I don’t allow anyone to fret. –Jim Broede