A fretful post

Older Daughter says to me sometimes, "Mom, I know this is going to make you fret, but I'm thinking about..." And then she proceeds to tell me about some travel plans or life goals that make me not quite worry, but FRET. There is a difference, you know. And this doesn't help...
Yesterday's headline was a pretty big "downer"; I read it while sipping my coffee, since the district had cancelled school! (Cancellation Number 4) The frustrating part was that I had finally adjusted mentally and...er...physically (TMI?) to school and the day off was badly timed. I was finally into the flow on my lesson plans and making some progress in new material.
In spite of widespread flooding downtown, our river didn't get as high as predicted; since I live on a hill(in some states a mountain) I am more freaked out by snow than I am by floods. But I hate the thought of people losing their homes, possessions, pets, etc... I don't even want to imagine such a thing! In better news, I-5 is no longer closed, plus one of our three mountain passes to the east may be open, barring any new avalanches. Blue sky has also been spotted on several occasions, as well as a gorgeous sunrise this morning.
Then there's these two who make me into the professional fretter that I am ashamed to be. Not content with spending 5 months in West Africa, daughter to the left mentioned several months ago that she was applying to the French embassy for teaching positions in France or in one of its DOM (departements d'outre-mer or overseas departments). It's a paying gig, but involves some decisions like which places to apply for--Strasbourg, Rennes, Grenoble, Martinique. Guyane, Reunion, etc...And it all sounds so FAR AWAY and unknown. (makes me fret)  And Daughter to the right called from college today; usually she has an ulterior motive, so you can understand why I'm delighted yet worried to talk to her. After discussing her 10 page history paper and her Scottish dance class, she mentioned that she'd been late to work this week, really late. And I asked, "Oh, was it because of traffic? The flooding?" She replied, "No, it's a long story." I could tell that she didn't want to tell me the story, thus I nagged replied," Well, your employers don't care about long stories, they just want you to be reliable and show up on time!" However, I must admit that I am curious about the long story--even though I'm sure it would make me FRET.