I worry about money pretty much all the time. I sincerely hope there will come a day when I don’t as much. I don’t think I’m being greedy, I don’t need much, what I’m getting right now is fine, I just don’t want to be in fear of losing it all of a sudden. 

Having a kid just ups the ante. It’s not like I want a fancy car, I just want Roby to be safe and comfortable. 

And that’s an interesting thing about money. If I had a profane amount, more than I could spend, tens or hundreds of millions of dollars, if I had all that and a fancy house and a bunch of cars and a nice woodshop and a pool and a private tree-lined road...if I had all of that and Roby came down with some sort of illness I would trade all of it and a lot more for her not to be sick. I’d live in squalor, I would be wretched, I would cover myself in ashes and crawl around on bloody stumps if it kept her from being sick.

But she isn’t sick, thank God. She isn’t sick and I have many nice things and I live in a nice place. I am blessed far beyond anything I deserve, and I think that perspective is helpful.