"I'm Sorry, Our Time Is Up"
When I walked, or rather shuffled miserably, into the kitchen this morning it looked to me like she was ready to offer total emotional support.
But I know her.
She was actually thinking, "Excuse me, Lady. I ordered bacon with that."
Guess what I'd rather be doing now than being all dressed up and going off to lead an Ash Wednesday service?
Answer: Anything at all, even sticking pins in my eyes.