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!!