Jenny was up early…and when she came back to bed, I woke up….and….then…I was up early.

I get up pretty early, anyway, so a couple of hours earlier than usual is just another hour or two of “quiet time”.

I asked her why she was up and she told me that she was worried.

Then I started worrying about her worrying.

Soon I was worrying about worries of my own, though.

Then… Sparrow woke up and said that she was scared ….calling out from the other end of the dark bedroom…..and….almost immediately….she was padding across the room to climb up in the big bed to be with us.

I got up a couple of minutes later….after everyone else was asleep again.

The Bible says to look at the “birds of the field”….how they don’t worry about tomorrow….but we end up worrying about the birds if we’re in “that mode”.

I worry.

That begs the question: “How EARLY is tomorrow?”

Creeping…creeping….creeping….tomorrow comes on its own…little bird feet in the fog.

It comes on its own.

I should pull an Alfred E. Neuman and just say, “What?! Me….?”

I don’t think that I could tell you what the “worry du jour” was 20 years ago if you asked me.

Worry like breathing….unconscious and unremarkable…unmemorable.

Ah, worry! My invisible tattoo!! My monkey friend crawling up my back! My soulmate!

WORRY!!

Action is the only worry killer that I know of.

I better have some coffee and GET ON THE ACTION TRACK!!!

I better wake up….and stop all this worried wasting of my time.