When Wednesday is Tuesday
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!!
