Autopilot

Sometimes I'm so thankful that my body has the ability to go on autopilot.

Reason number one:
Despite the fact that my daughter is 4 years old, she's decided she doesn't need to sleep through the night. That's just fine for her. Not so fine with me. Thankfully, last night, we both made it through the night. Every time I would wake up, I'd whisper a quick prayer of thanksgiving and go right back to sleep. Thank you, Lord, for rest.

Reason number two:
I signed up (or was forcefully requested) to make a dessert to sell at school. I really love to bake, so I was excited about doing that. UNTIL I realized how busy this week would be. I decided I'd just make a loaf of cinnamon raisin bread. UNTIL I completely forgot. At 9:45 last night, I remember. Way too late to start bread. So I scavenged in the cupboard and found a box of cake mix. I ended up with a delicious coffee cake, after borrowing eggs from the neighbor. Who needs sleep? Autopilot is good, right?

Reason number three:
Emotionally, I'm done right now. School is zapping me. I'm worried about M's appt with the urologist today. There is much brew-ha-ha at church. I'm in a place of coasting and not dealing with any of it. There is nothing wrong with living in this place of avoidance. I occupy it well.

I'll update later about M's appt.