I'm having a rough afternoon.

My nerves are shot.

My husband left for Texas this morning, to transfer a prisoner from his jail here to another jail down there.

He flew on a civilian flight, and he flew in civilian clothes....and he also flew armed with his government issue Beretta 9mm pistol strapped to his hip.

I was on eggshells until he called me to let me know they got there safely.

Then I was on eggshells again this afternoon - it snowed here, and a decent amount too.  So now, not only am I sweating because he's flying armed again, I'm sweating because the weather's not so good.

I checked CNN at every available opportunity this morning.  I was afraid that I would see breaking news of a hijacked plane over the Midwestern USA, that someone with no good in mind took his gun from him and used it to hold up the plane.

I'm checking CNN at every available opportunity now....to make sure the same thing's not happening because they're in the air as I write this.  I'll keep checking to make sure that his flight landed safely.

I sometimes think that I worry too much.  But then, I've never been in this situation before.  I know the potential for disaster flying with a firearm strapped to your side can have....

....nah, I just worry too much.