I find a mixed bag of feelings in that truth. We, as guys, have to feel involved in our world, and fixing the practicalities of life is a gift of ours. Women deal with much more than I ever gave them credit for, and maybe I'm jealous. Girls can cry, scream, whine, and get pissed off and not be called sissies over it.
It's like I still think I have power over some facts of life, and in reality I don't. WhyMe, you were right on with the "worry time blocks". But...damn, how do I get in that process. I carry around a notepad. I need to write things down more since it's my T's assignment anyway. It's funny too. I'd even ask where you got the idea, but no, I'm too committed with other tasks right now anyway..