Two of my friends are in Kabo this week, celebrating their 10th wedding anniversary.  And I was given the celebratory privilege of caring for their kids.  Emily is four and Will is three years and ten days.  Both gems. 

The alarm screamed early this morning, as I had to make it to Theo class by 8am.  I hustled my way to readiness, before heading into the kiddo's chamber to harken their arise.  Will was a bit slower to the idea, but Emily streched her top-bunk arms and said, "Okay, Abbie, I'm all set for the day!" 

"Really," I inquired, "how's that, Em?" 

"Well, God just said so in my last dream.  At first I lost my lunch box, but then later I found it.  And then there was a monster outside and daddy came and beat him up," at which point her tangled hair and brown eyes smiled at me and said, "And then God said I was all set for Monday."

And then I said, "I think you must be right." 

All my un-set-ed-ness for today has stayed vanished ever since.