The Worry

The dog is on its back having a ‘world scratch my ‘belly’ moment. My family is deeply sleeping, oblivious to the ongoing raging storm. T.V. signal gone. Wi Fi out, no lights. I sit here white knuckles on chair arms. There are probably drugged out zombies tearing up shopping malls. I think I hear gunshots ringing out; screams and angry yells. The wind howls - what malign force kicked the wind? Getting no luck with the begged for tummy rubs, the dog mooches into the kitchen; I hear it trying to safe-crack the fridge. Do I have to worry about everything?