Anxiety

Had a horrible dream during my waking-up moments this morning. First, the back story: Last night, I drove Sparky to the bookstore in our town at 9:30 for the Harry Potter doin's. Then I came home, took a bath (during which I nearly fell asleep), and made sure Beast had both phones nearby and an alarm set to be sure he woke up to go get Sparky at midnight (in the process, waking Beast up where he was snoring in his recliner). Then I went to bed.

The dream? The dream was that Sparky woke me up this morning by calling to say he'd spent the night at the city firehouse because his dad never came to get him. Beast was snoring in bed next to me (in reality and in the dream), and I was pretty angry with him.

This was at 5:10 a.m. Why the firehouse? {shrug} I saw plenty of cops in the downtown area (Gawd, it sounds quite odd to call it that--it's not what we call it in real life at all) last night while dropping him off. The police station would make more sense. So would Sparky going home with the owner of the bookstore, whom we know well.

I'm assuming Sparky really did get picked up and brought home.

Regardless, it's 6:00 and I have to go to work now, check in The Book to our first nine hold-placers, and gear up for our HP adventures pre-work hours. And then try to make some headway in my three nearly-full carts of backlog.

Oh, and there's the matter of Session minutes which I need to have finished by 8 tomorrow a.m., and finding my TobyMac CD which I need a song from for our presentation tomorrow at church tomorrow at 9.

And I've realized this week that the house, she is FEEEELLLLTTTHHHHHYyyyyyyyyyy!