Worry wort

I was taking the dogs out this evening when the lights and sirens came whirring by as local boys ran code three somewhere down the street. It reminded me of how much I (constently) worry about Sam when he works graveyard. But it also made me wonder if he ever worries about me home alone at night.

I asked him thinking he'd come back with a slick answer of how I have two guns in the house. But no. He said that he did worry about me. For good reason, I worry about myself too. I'll be glad when he's in a normal job with normal hours, we won't have to worry about each other.