Stressors

I wake up each morning hoping that the government shutdown has ended. Each day that it is shutdown is another day that is not going to be on my paycheck. In calm moments I have clarity that I've become a slave to this stress. Who am I, that I worry about money so much? That I let it affect me to this point? Worrying about it isn't going to change things.
I suppose being bombarded with coworkers talking about loans and taking money from their retirement and delaying car payments and having their electricity turned off, not to mention the supervisors telling us every morning that they understand morale is low, it sucks, carry on. Great pep talk. But what else can they say?
I've never done well being alone with my thoughts. I need to keep busy.