Makes absolutely no sense.

I have so many reasons. To feel optimistic. About my heart. About my health. Including a stress test. Passed with flying colors. And assurances. From my cardiologist. That palpitations are strictly benign. No serious threat. To life or limb. But I am in a funk. Full of anxiety. A disturbing side of me. To be disliked. A sickness. Of the mind. For no earthly reason. Makes no sense. But then. That is one weird aspect. Of life. Makes absolutely no sense. --Jim Broede