I seldom lose my place in time.

The last time I used an alarm clock was . . . not sure – maybe when I was in my early twenties?  I can pretty well time out a 20 minute stationary bike ride.  I carry a watch more to confirm time than to check time.

So today was a little off-kilter. 

By the evening I’m sitting with a friend and telling a story.  About something that happened yesterday.  But I am not sure whether it is Wednesday or Tuesday. 

Feeling disoriented, I decide it must be Wednesday.  Doing the usual things.  But something is not quite right.

So, when I arrived home I talked with my wife.  Yes, it is Tuesday.  But with a Wednesday feel. 

I can hardly wait until Sunday comes — and I forget to show up to preach!!