The Time Change Got Me

Alarm goes off. Clock reads at 7 a.m.

I creep out of bed and proceed to get ready for mass across the street at the Provincial House.

Fully dressed, I glance at my phone.

Cell phone reads 8:15.

Mass started at 7:50 (Don't ask. They're nuns, they like to mix it up a little.)

Shoulders slump.

"Ugh."

Glance at as-yet-unmade bed.

"Hmm..."

Re-enter said bed, still fully dressed.



The cathedral has mass at 2. I'll go there.
And no, I didn't just get back out of bed. I joined the sisters for breakfast at 9, thank you very much.