I am sitting here, thinking about my husband driving home from work tonight with bad weather. He has what is usually an hour drive home. I worried this afternoon when he left too. And with all of that, heart is racing, shaking, and I am eating up a storm all these intrusive thoughts that he will be in an accident And there is nothing I can do to help hime. And it didnt do me any good to eat any of that stuff... I feel horrible.. and all I want to do is cry right now. Silly me. I sent him off with a bag, with jams and clean cloths and socks and underwear and other toiletries and extra food, in case he cant make it home tonight. I just want him to be ok. And yeah I know he probably will be... just takes so little for an accident to happen. I hate having to be this way.