It was the sun rising. At least, that is what I thought I saw through the windows. Perhaps I was hallucinating since the livingroom clock read 4:38. No sun rise yet.
Worry. That demon of worry had kept me awake all night. I have to get that tape finished, need to wake up the husband so he can haul the trailer back,...can't be late, today is the last day of my daughter's test...
On and on the litany rolled. On and on I rolled and tossed, finally giving up and getting up.
The tape did get finished. The husband woke up on his own. The trailer is being hauled back and... my daughter will not be late for her last test.
So, did the worry accomplish all of this? Yawn.