Alas, one of the great dangers to working from home is that sometimes the days pass by so similarly that you actually can forget which day it is. That happened to me this past Wednesday.
For some reason my dizzy brain was thinking it was Tuesday, so I didn't practice any of the tunes for worship that night. The worse part is that my brother called me right before 6pm to ask me where I was, and it took me a few seconds to even understand about what he was talking. Although initially I told him to tell everyone I wouldn't make it, after I hung up I decided to try. Keep in mind I live more than 30 miles from the church.
Well, I ended up making it there with 15 minutes to spare, and, other than hitting quite a few clams because I didn't have time to warm up, it went ok. It was still a little sad to think it might have been one of my last nights to play, but ya gotta move on.
Grace and peace, y'all!
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