It’s Monday morning. It’s raining. The cold, damp, dreary rain of midwest Spring. It was hard to get out of bed this morning. I’m usually a morning person, up and at ’em and getting into my day. Some mornings – like this morning – I’d prefer to cuddle up next to Wendy and drift back into sleep.

It’s Monday morning. It’s raining. The cold, damp, dreary rain of midwest Spring. It was hard to get out of bed this morning. I’m usually a morning person, up and at ’em and getting into my day. Some mornings – like this morning – I’d prefer to cuddle up next to Wendy and drift back into sleep.

It’s sunday morning and the house is getting ready for church. Why is it that the whole household can be up, ready and out the door by 8:00 Monday thru Friday, but  on Sunday you can’t make it to church on time by 11:00? <sigh> One of life’s little mysteries.