All day long...

...I've thought it was Saturday.

I know it's Friday now, but it's 7P.M. and for most of the day I thought it was Saturday.

I heard about snow coming, and though I know they said on the weather, "Friday night into Saturday", I was worried about driving the 33 miles to Milton to celebrate and preach on Sunday.

I called the Diocese and was surprised when someone answered the phone, I was going to leave a message.

"What are you doing working on Saturday?" I asked.

"It's Friday," she said, "but I wish it were Saturday."

I almost set my alarm clock back an hour for Day Light Savings Time.

Luckily I didn't.

I even wondered what college basketball playoffs would be today--Saturday, though I needed to go to bed early to get up for church.

I told Bern about it and said, "You might need to put me in the home,".

She responded, "which town do you want to be in?"

I hope she doesn't--though maybe she should.